Tiny white horses

There are tiny white horses out there

Scampering daintily over the hills

That form as the wavelets tumble

Rolling over a sandscape

Glistening in the evening sun

And the wind seems to have dropped

I can taste the salt and feel

the warmth of a setting sun

 

bright in my face and radiant

with the fulness this near to

perfect day has afforded

Glistening in the evening sun

And basking in its warmth

A fresh revelation of something new

Heralding a season where we shall live again

And sleep no more.

 

©Jemverse (2001)

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