Wild Herds

Let us sit here by the window as long ago ...

let us listen to the wind blow,

watch the snow,

watch it as it swiftly courses

like a harried herd of horses

wild and white,

weaving in and out, and dashing,

leaping by

with their long and thick manes flashing

at the sky;

hear the sound of their rough playing,

the undisciplined

anxious and uncertain neighing

of the wind....

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