it saddens me,
as summer lingers
longer than a ancient eye
when greed is merely
lust to finger,
future fathomed reasoned strife
and quest for power
covers nature,
buried in such sheets of ice
conceived in minds
of reason rendered
commonplace as world combines
in mixture melded
ghosts of Mother
tearing creatures right to strive,
in beat of hoof and cantered stride
rich muscle rippled glossy hide
where hand is softer guide
to know
a spirits presence to survive
in time of bloody oil takers
thieving, not just to comply
yet growing further
from roots of season,
buried deep in bone of hock
and whispered withers
winsome wander,
weary from such world in shock
in loss of simpler times
of ancient,
where team was two who shared, as pair
in love and wicker woven softly,
bathing beauties calmer air
and time was free to spend in moment,
rendered firm in stroke, of deeper care

