Whisper of the Morn

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on May 17, 2009, 7:15

by HorseFeathers, age 16

I pull the ivy curtains aside
to the left and to the right

The dew is fresh on the ground
tickling my bare feet as I walk through
the green grass

The morning glories sing their fragrance
to the air
I dance with them between many shafts of light

I lie down with my back to the earth, my eyes
exposed to the world above

Swallows sing in the great oaks
and the squirrels chitter their secrets

A gentle plodding behind me
and a white mare looks down at me

With purple violets in