The Little Roan

THE LITTLE ROAN
September 18, 2006

The little roan folded her knees,
and, unfolding, flew across the
clover patch and when
she raised her head in song
I heard the words she said.

I watched her follow nodding
bowers blowing in the breeze
and put her muzzle in the
undulating sea of stems
to graze up to her knees.

And when the little beast
rolled the clouds up with
her hooves I watched her
kick and scratch her neck
upon the rusty dirt.

Once, standing, she shook
her mane against the skies,
then the little horse hung
her head over the fence
so I could gaze into her eyes.