Soaring

Soaring

It's the breeze brushing my cheeks
that carries the silken milkweed,
pods finally bursting,

escaping

above wind-tickled grasses
and cattails welcoming us
along pond's edge

trusting

my black stockinged buckskin
will join the spirit of the moment,
tail and mane flowing,

searching

galloping beneath me: my wings,
releasing me for a moment;
a ribbon unwound,

fluttering

absorbing autumn's tranquility,
understanding the stubborn oaks
who refuse to release their colors

celebrating

another season; holding fast
to the lightness I felt as a child
upon my soaring Pegasus.

by Margaret Bednar, October 16, 2019

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Music with Marian - Prairie in the Sky". 

The Way

The Way

The sheer vastness 

is simultaneously empowering and humbling, 

its vivid greens, blended blues, faded greys

earn my sighs, 

a hunger grasped, tossed windward,

soaring beyond well-worn path

horse and I now tread, 

notebook and pen pocketed 

as I ponder Karma versus Chance.

Infinity encircles my neck, 

Luck my wrist, sterling silver trinkets 

that haven’t (as yet) earned their keep

a bit like my thoughts: inked, slanted, 

dotted, carefully crossed, 

pages arranged just so… although,

may as well send them soaring

upon mountain’s breeze, 

not fool myself I’m in control.

Give my horse his head, 

for he seems to enjoy the winding way. 

This is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Art Flash / 55"  It is LOOSELY linked as I did get inspiration from the original artistic image (which can be found on the link) and it is not a 55 - but as I was atop the mountain and enjoying the warm, light breeze  - I wanted to share these images instead and I slightly changed the poem when I got back home....  Hope "inspired by" is close enough...

Also linking to "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Tuesday Platform"