Terrible
wind
tendrils
touched
the rocky shore
pushing for
more punishing
waves to splash
against the caverns
down below.

While
a mile
above and away
rough wet bark
bit the unwitting
runner’s
already sweat
moistened skin.

Farther away
but on the same day
a sweet white stallion
shuffled and neighed
stomping proudly
on parade
to display
a light blue mane.

Till, the blue moon came
to collect
the remnants
of the day,
letting all things settle
into their
proper place,
as winds died,
the tree breathed
its evening breath,
and the horse spied
the perfect place
to rest,
so, it could play
tomorrow