This most beautiful morning
Stirs my heart
A lone black horse
Stands motionless
In a frost encrusted field
Waiting for the sun
To warm his body
The grasses and trees
Ice covered
Are waiting too
They are waiting
For the orange sun
To revive them
To free them
Of their crystalline encasements
My frozen heart
Is melting
At the beauty
Of Autumn
Brown, orange, red, straw
Everything stands still
On this early Saturday morning
Waiting for the thaw
Reminding us all
That we are small
And telling me
To offer my prayers
To the magnificent sun
Nov 25, 2017
Nov 25, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
This most beautiful morning
Stirs my heart
A lone black horse
Stands motionless
In a frost encrusted field
Waiting for the sun
To warm his body
The grasses and trees
Ice covered
Are waiting too
They are waiting
For the orange sun
To revive them
To free them
Of their crystalline encasements
My frozen heart
Is melting
At the beauty
Of Autumn
Brown, orange, red, straw
Everything stands still
On this early Saturday morning
Waiting for the thaw
Reminding us all
That we are small
And telling me
To offer my prayers
To the magnificent sun
Dedicated to my nan Josephine Appleby.
Always in my heart
Your birthday today
With love
