Cerulean with white
and fluffy above
Green as deep as emeralds
blanketing the floor
And here and there and everywhere
turned rust or red or golden.
How rich is that?
Her coat of many colors,
even as the portended
days of grey and frost
prepare to creep in while we sleep.
Once, there was a little worm
who thought he could climb
to the top of the tallest tree.
So he did.
The view was incredible,
from his little worm perspective,
even though the tree
overlooked the junkyard.
Wormy gorgeous!
Worm was filled with gratitude.
Over in the meadow,
horse with an attitude
dances in the crisp light,
tossing her mane
with a snort and a stomp,
out for a brisk romp.
I, in my room here,
watch from afar
yet my spirit swells,
Mustang heart.
