Remembering my love and mothers love for horses.
She loved riding Burgundy through the Catskills mountains with
me on her lap when I was a toddler.
This photo was taken in Stevensville, MT at the end of October 2011
BURGUNDY
The brown eyes
Of Autumn
Reflect to me
The woodland trails
I once rode
With Burgundy.
Early mornings
Snapped
With icy air,
A reminder
Jack Frost
Had been here.
Red squirrels
And rabbits would
Stop to tease
Along the paths
Of red
On gold leaves.
Now…
As summer
Turns to fall
And trees
Wait for sleep,
I miss Burgundy
And the
Crayoned hills.
Poetry on Wings 