Wild Horses

A small dust devil dances Kicked by the breeze, Under searing heat, The landscape’s on fire, Powered orange, bittersweet, Mirage against dry grass Where the wild horses play. He rests on his porch Watching the distance, Searching, Tired eyes Burden by regret, Spun by time. There’s blood on his hands, A labour’s hands, From faces … Continue reading Wild Horses

Hope

She watched the day turn, A soft sky, a promise of summer, The evening stealing away idle hours. Her laugh echoed, It pained the emptiness And those who watched With whispered words. She was never patient, Bold in her grasp of life In times when it would shadow her But what is love if not … Continue reading Hope