Not beautiful creatures that gallop at speed.
Manes shimmer, follow them in a breeze.
Hooves that thunder-hollow, Stallion in lead.
Different horses, neither neigh-rattle-wheeze.
White horses race up harbour to coastal sea.
Rapid chasing, that races ahead in wake.
Wind flies east to west, holding hidden keys.
Clouds mixed grey-white, no blue sky breaks.
Hills-valley sheltered, textured peaks.
Grey mist roams in distant northern hills.
As grasses so high flutter, in need to reap.
Gusts from the sea…suck in as lungs fill.
Ripples on racing tide-shimmer bright.
Eyes focus on harbour, steel-ice-grey-cool.
White crests of waves, shining lights.
Does breeze chase the horses, or nature pull.
All nature drawn to tidal coastal plains.
Whether human, animal or water racer’s loom.
Aware of natural warning, as herald for rain.
Nature holds her balance, controller of gloom.
Copyright © Kathy M Lawson
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