In the tenderness of morning, the fog
wraps the horses in promise and paints
the yellow blanket soft. The horses
speak their quiet, feel their Spring,
dance their velvet noses in flowered field.
Silent are the pines, watching
through dew drop eyes, hanging
their needled peace in the foggy morning.
Early morning hoof prints mark time,
yellow daybreak, flowery fog of pineful watch,
and I am silent with wonder.
Talking to the Clouds 
wonderful
beads
of light
Thank you 🙂
Such beautiful words, full of tenderness and peace. Beautiful
I appreciate it very much. Thank you. 🙂
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Thank you for the Re-Blog. I genuinely appreciate it!
Breathtakingly beautiful!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thank you so much 🙂
Beautiful words, full of peace and serenity
Beautiful poetry of words and image!
Lovely poem, Sarah. The wonder of a soft morning is peace and grace.
two things: one, I just realised I wasn’t following, but I am now! My computer and my computer skills are somewhat lacking and i have no way to access my ‘reader’ in which i am told i will find those blogs I am reading. Good job really as I don’t appear to have clicked the right button for many and so wasn’t following them in the first place (something I am rectifying). I had been trying to read as much of posts by anyone who visited my blog, out of curiosity as much as courteousy and have been delighted to discover poets such as yourself with wonderful talent.
Two, I like this poem and love (and have always loved) the phrase: ‘silent with wonder’. Bless you and thank you for sharing, kind regards, Baldy 🙂