Steampipe Poetry
Monday, April 11th, 2005Still snowing
These horses, it seems, have found stillness
standing stoically, two in a row in this field
removed by only a few yards from the road.
But maybe it is all they expect.
Not the hard patter of rain on a tin roof
or warm breeze and shades of orange
in summer, to make one contemplate
what I am running to […]