BASHFULNESS  
Fills the air with
Scents sweet and soft
As a briar whose leaflets
Quake and quiver
At your touch.
But his semicolon charm
Lets time slow down.
It is not over yet;
Just on pause,
While tender connections
Are made in his heart,
With some new pure leaf
Unfolding every hour.
With his temperment,
Patience is his virtue.  

UNCONDITIONAL
Rhythms play out his
Tamed soul.
It echoes and thrums
An unsaid and magic bond
Turning to face
The abundant essence
Of the sun and
The boundless flow
Of the moon.
As audible as his breath
In and out,
Swaying between straws of hay,
With his affection,
Reciprocity is his virtue.

BALANCED
Cadence and expression
At Level III,
His gravity light
As a cloud yielding,
Beautiful and elegant,
With strides of fluidity,
His body hugs the arena's
Enchanting embrace.
On the half pass,
Renvers and travers,
Near and off,
A persuasion to dance
On collection:
An equestrian ballet.
With his aids,
Willingness is his virtue.

BLITHE
Like a Sunday rainbow
In a distant sky
Across a pasture,
Flow drops so
Bright and vivid,
His presence showers
A rain melody
Of time lost in happiness,
Like the taste
Of watermelon pink
Lingering on the tongue,
A fresh fantasy,
A crisp reality.  
With his spirit,
Lighthearted is his virtue.

ARDENT
Prancing rays of sun
Eager to touch and tickle,
His blue eye reflects
The peak of bliss as
Stubborn and unyeilding
As his effervescent soul:
Momentary Anti-Zen.
Always channeling,
Seeing things,
Hearing things,
Imagining things
With the flighty sweetness
Of his hooves
On the Earth.
With his nature,
Grit is his virtue.