love the way 

the horse's back 

arches as it jumps 

the stream, muscles 

straining against 

the rains 

bumpy motion 

so soothing to the 

heart, copper mane 

flying like little 

scrolled flags 

even betters 

the thundering 

of the other horses 

down the forest, till 

hooves rear at the 

stone in a cloud 

of needles 

as they pass 

a chalice each 

one were silent