Centaur
When we ride The Sky in Wintertime
On horses breath
Crystallizes like
Hoary Frost on a leaf
Catching Snowflakes on
their Equine Eyelashes
We Experience Cold Human Toes
Falling and rocking
Rising and leather
Underneath Us
Silence of
Footfalls in the snow
Creaky saddles
Creaky saddles
Stiff Bridles
and Cold Noses
Together on any Path
We seek
Riding our horses
Hearts Open We
Forget Where We Are
They Whisper earth's secrets
Into our ears
They, not us, who bring us
To brilliance and
One with the edge of
becoming
Centaur
M.C.D.-12.2.11
