Ice in a waterfall of molten silver,
shimmering and showering, full of power
as it cascades down the cliffs alongside the highway,
reflecting the sun that has just begun to sink
as the day draws to an end and Dusk approaches,
silently, almost sullenly, as if he resents his short term
between light of Day and dark of Night
not enough time, thinks he to feel Earth unwind,
preparing to sleep by stars kind this night
Clouds, puffs of soft grey with edges of white
catching sunlight here and there
as the wind keeps the course
The gallop of horses is heard through the trees;
and. suddenly, they turn to stallions
stamping, snorting and neighing in the breeze
Distant thunder rolling, as flags fly tattered and wind battered
from the first winter storms that shattered
our Indian Summer idyll just a few days past
New England weather is never tethered
this horse runs wild
(written 12-10-10)
shimmering and showering, full of power
as it cascades down the cliffs alongside the highway,
reflecting the sun that has just begun to sink
as the day draws to an end and Dusk approaches,
silently, almost sullenly, as if he resents his short term
between light of Day and dark of Night
not enough time, thinks he to feel Earth unwind,
preparing to sleep by stars kind this night
Clouds, puffs of soft grey with edges of white
catching sunlight here and there
as the wind keeps the course
The gallop of horses is heard through the trees;
and. suddenly, they turn to stallions
stamping, snorting and neighing in the breeze
Distant thunder rolling, as flags fly tattered and wind battered
from the first winter storms that shattered
our Indian Summer idyll just a few days past
New England weather is never tethered
this horse runs wild
(written 12-10-10)
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