Stallion

He reared, hooves piercing the sky,
a bolt of strength and power and potential.
Authority is the stallion, placed by God
to remind us of the magnificence of life,
Storms come easy--nature breeds
storms, bending willows, flooding streets.
Still, such composition
of equine might
is symphony and
exclamation--it is
reason to relieve us
from our soft breathing.
The sky is his, even
if only for a moment, and I
am touched by profoundness
of life that stirs my sensitive heart.


16 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
11-9-15