Tuesday, December 31, 2013

the horse

standing
in the calm space
with fresh scent in my nostrils
hearing the birdsong
seeing to either side the budding
cropping new grass
a shiver of excitement
down my spine
the warmth on my skin
will last forever.

standing
in the wet space
with rain scent in my nostrils
hearing the thunder
seeing to either side the forked light
cropping musty grass
a shiver of fear
down my spine
the heat on my skin
will last forever.

standing
in the dark space
with decay scent in my nostrils
hearing the rustling trees
seeing to either side the falling
cropping dry grass
a shiver of anticipation
down my spine
the chill on my skin
will last forever.

standing
in the icy space
with frost scent in my nostrils
hearing the silver wind
seeing to either side the flurry
cropping rough hay
a shiver of doubt
down my spine
the cold on my skin
will last forever.

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