Morning Chores

I feel a little unfinished with my posts today, but here goes.  I have two versions of a poem, one for dVerse I in the Looking back/forward I chose the previous 'hearth, home and common speech' prompt.  The other, shorter version is for my very favorite G-man and his FF55.  I think they need a little settling and tweaking, but here's what I have so far:
(I appreciate your feedback and/or suggestions, including which version you prefer.)

#1

I enter the barn.

Smells of hay and horse,

warm and sweet,

fill me.

Barn cats wind around my legs

in timeless figure-eights,

purring their thanks.

Horses whicker

low, intimate, impatient.

Water, grain, hay;

most are gracious,

a few greedy,

as I go down the aisle.

Then I pause and live

for a moment

in this contentment.

#2

Today is bone cold;

wind snatches my breath

as I walk to the barn.

Inside, smells of hay and horse,

warm and sweet,

like summer pressed

between the pages

of a book,

fill me.

Barn cats wind around my legs

in timeless figure-eights,

purring their thanks

for the breakfast

I will provide.

The horses whicker

a low, intimate greeting,

impatient for their breakfast.

Water first,

then the grain, then hay.

Most are gracious,

but a few are greedy,

as I go down the aisle

murmuring good mornings

 and doling out sweet feed,

along with a scratch or a pat.

There are more chores

to be done,

but I pause and think

that I could live forever

in this contentment

that fills this

space.