the wind in their manes

the sound of our horses was thundering over the east ridge

through the fog.

i was stuck behind the kitchen window, the one over the sink,

sipping coffee, dreading what the afternoon was bringing

they were nearing the feed bins. the november morning would be 

belting from their nostrils in steaming puffs when i got there

and in that moment i wished i could be the wind in their manes

.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Im sitting up here on this giant moon thinking your poetry is fierce;p

[Ed Hart]

this is what poetry is made of, a spirit in the wind...you made the moment indelible

[jacob erin-cilberto]

damn, this is good...what a vision, what a feeling that comes from this vivid imagery.

j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Funny, I've always thought of you as the wind...

[m.s.early]

What a lovely thing to say.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Yw, now write more! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice description of place. Made the memory and wish come alive. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[m.s.early]

Thank you coyote. Your thoughts are truly appreciated.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed this poem and you are welcome my friend.