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

- the remainder of Jack Gilbert's poem is here, and apparently I mis-linked to a poem by David Budhillas well. It's a lovely one, too, and I had trouble deciding between the two. Bonus poetry this week!

Thanks, all, for the kind words this week. Poetry Friday is over at Wild Rose Reader. Hope you join in.

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