A poem For Today - Horses at Midnight Without a Moon

[KEN DICKINSON]

Horses at Midnight Without a Moon

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods.

Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt.

But there's music in us. Hope is pushed down

but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

The summer mornings begin inch by inch

while we sleep, and walk with us later

as long-legged beauty through

the dirty streets. It is no surprise

that danger and suffering surround us.

What astonishes is the singing.

We know the horses are there in the dark

meadow because we can smell them,

can hear them breathing.

Our spirit persists like a man struggling

through the frozen valley

who suddenly smells flowers

and realizes the snow is melting

out of sight on top of the mountain,

knows that spring has begun.

 

Jack Gilbert

Sent from my iPhone

[Isabel Torres-Carrilho]

"Hope is pushed down

but the angel flies up again taking us with her."

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[Kurt Heyl]

Home again, Home again,

and winter stops by again to say hello here in NYC

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