Z
Walking my way through the meadow
dew beads upon blades of grass
a light blue sky brightened by the sun
she stands in anticipation
our eyes meet soaking in the vision
seeing her stand in all her grace
strong and beautiful
ever attentive to the eyes on her
the space between closing in
Her eyes and mane fully in sight
Her beauty fully engaged
As her fear palpitates
backing away into recess
Reaching to touch her
she freezes in the anticipation
my hand moves slow
her eyes freezing at the sight
"Don't run" I whisper
As the hand moves closer...
dew beads upon blades of grass
a light blue sky brightened by the sun
she stands in anticipation
our eyes meet soaking in the vision
seeing her stand in all her grace
strong and beautiful
ever attentive to the eyes on her
the space between closing in
Her eyes and mane fully in sight
Her beauty fully engaged
As her fear palpitates
backing away into recess
Reaching to touch her
she freezes in the anticipation
my hand moves slow
her eyes freezing at the sight
"Don't run" I whisper
As the hand moves closer...