Little Running Horse,
does not need a sweater
this morning like I do.
I'll see my breath soon.
She does not need running shoes either
or words to tell me how much she loves.
We race-walk through the meadow,
glowing pink, orange and brown,
streaked with gray clouds laying down,
waking before our eyes.
She is black lightening against the light of dawn.
Her head and tail high; I hate to remind her
I am in charge, but I do, pulling her back
She smells snow in September.
No one, canine or human,
dead or alive, adores nature
more than she.
Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia
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