Silence- -Singing.

Bitter wind
trees flail
whipping, lashing, thrashing
this mournful morning- –
a fancy white horse
rides in at full gallop.
Trampled dreams fade quickly.

There you are- –
waiting, wild eyed- -hungry.
Red-gold sunrise fire
warms my heart
in the sweetness of you
                                     – -smiling. 

 
Copyright 2011, by Suzie Ashby.                   

 

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