Reverie I

Alone
a memory of vivid pasture –
of morning dew spread square by
muscles on the
move

Submissive
among golden trails, sun-stretched;
unaware that this day
will never come
again

Still
air over a quilt of gold ear’d tides
sleeping until called to bed
by bright new
blossom

Melancholic
eyes reflect, thinking of
tanned legs galloping
among raw blades of
promise

Strength
returns, original yet familiar
a resolution of spirit –
the symbol of life,
renewed