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The Colors of Spring (a poem)

The wind whips my hair around my shoulders,

And stings my eyes with icy drops of rain.

My horse breaths hard, his nostrils flare

Showing the delicate red inside,

A bright contrast to the gray road.


The three beats of his gallop ring through the night.

I tangle my figures through his long mane,

Golden like the sun rising to greet us.

The sun throws raises of light onto the new spring grass

And sparkles on the small streams fed by the melting snow

From the mountain peaks towering above us.


I take a deep breath in the smells are rich around me.

The smell of horse, indescribable but amazing

The small of pine, spicy and sweet,

The smell of flowers, sweet and beautiful,

The smell of dirt, damp and musty.


I look around me and I see,

My fine horse beneath me golden like a sunrise

My red silk dress, stained by the rain

The flowers blowing in waves like the sea,

But with the colors of a rainbow,

The mountains on the horizon, the way I am headed,

The sky so blue and light so wonderful.

I heel my horse faster and faster till we fly like the colors of spring.      

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Re: The Colors of Spring (a poem)

Great verb choices in this poem--whips, stings, tangle. They're strong and specific and contribute to creating a solid image in the reader's mind. Great work!