Horse Poems, Quotes & Jokes

A summer’s rinse
in wash rack ties.

Dried salt and sweat
washed out of eyes.

Massaging spray
deep breaths and sighs.

Cool water flows
like morning tides.

At last we have,
relief from flies.

Sweat scraper lost
must later buy.

Now standing there
to do ‘drip dry’.

Albums of summer when you
were perched on a stubby horse,
how light filled up the emptiness
of the straggling path.
Your eyes round and dark,
didn’t seem to see
more than was needed for the pose.

On another path at the whim
of the clouds, I slipped a foot
into a stirrup and sat on a small,
gray horse. In the picture, light eats
the darkside of the shrubs, shadows
on my face.

Now the horses ride in a measure
of lost time. The camera has stopped
our childhood in its revery. We leave
that frontier for this green film
of leaves in an overlavish
summer—snapshots of winter
in a frozen spool—and come to love

despite the dark photographer
trailing our steps out of the frame
and into these red kisses. Geraniums
and the lip of the moon
in the shot on the path
where we blur in the dusk, two
faint lines who don’t seem to need
more than is seen in the woods.

by, Colette Inez

Posted by Diana.