rider

[constantine]

yellow touches the blue horse
green grass, moist to savor
buck and gallop, run
the northern steppe
to the valley of shards and prisms
no iron bites -
no taste of leather,
yellow touches the blue horse
blue horse without a rider

[westcoast]

i love it it's a joy to read and to speak out loud.

~westcoast

[Arcadia]

first the sounds
then the colors
then the savor

(chronology of my reception !)

great poem!!!!!!

[constantine]

thank you arcadia and westie.