Sometimes we ride high enough
to see the backs of eagles, bronze
wings tracing steep hillside oats

a glide. Even horses pause
to take notice. You can feel envy
rise beneath you, becoming one

another for a moment—prolonged
instants we crave, yet cannot hold
with minds a grip. But letting go

we float the thermals to Olympus
to bring back lightning, thunder—
with luck a poem and some rain.


2 responses to “PEGASUS

  1. Peter Notehelfer

    Lofty, simply lofty . . .

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Alone with nature frees the imagination to wonder to wonderful places. A poem frees it to be shared. Thank you for sharing with us.

    Liked by 1 person

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