Plains of Love

In the company of horses
we can ride the plains of love

Seeking the one enthralling vista

where misted mountains
hug chilled and pristine lakes
Or in mundane moments
we can ride the dusty trail
past the old abandoned well
On a steed of strength and power
allowing free rein
We can experience the wildness
as we can gallop through unknown terrain

Vision of Wild

Twisting and straddling endless ruts
on tiny forgotten dirt roads
for miles and miles and miles
It was easy to believe
that civilization would
never be found again
Then upon a distinguished turning
into a narrow valley green
with sky so close it could be touched
and a meadow so green it almost hurt
Thereupon, a pounding, rollicking herd
of ghostly mustangs flew across
A vision of wild, taking breath with them

Cloud Horses

Sun came romping out
so it must be tomorrow
Let’s once again lean back
and zap scuttling clouds
With thoughts of rabbits
and galloping horses
(the child’s game for serious adults)
• • •
Like islands in the sky
equines cavorting in the wind
let’s ride our ponies
Our hearts beating
like hooves of our steeds
on misty ground
over wild and untold heights

Rush of Spirit

Miles and miles
hours and hours
bumping along dusty dirt roads

When we came upon
lush meadow vast and green

And suddenly a-pounding
a rush of Spirit

There came a huge herd

Manes dancing
tails flying

as they took our breath away

The Meadow

Over in the meadow
where the horses play
and those tiny yellow blossoms
bloom like wildfire

The verdant earth
and the turquoise sky
all join forces to provide
a visceral feast for my eyes

Ah! Life is rich!