The Beauty of A Trail Ride
- Grace
- Dec 7, 2017
- 1 min read
Powerful muscles
Rising and falling
Beneath me
A wind-tossed mane
Of amber hues
Bursts into shades of gold
In the glory of the sun
Solid hooves
Beat a dull rhythm
Thud...thud
Thud...thud
We pass through
Whispering leaves
Casting a blanket
Of shadows
Then I slip off
Land in the tall grass
So I can lean into
The firm security
Of warm strength
Beauty surrounds me
A hush of awe
As life itself
Pauses in respect
I close my eyes
A soul at peace
When I turn my back
I am surprised by
A hot breath
From behind
And inquisitive whiskers
On my cheek.
