The Horse and Spring

Send us Fan MailUpon the summer hillside,in early morning, upon the summer side of May, she walked across the empty fields, waiting for the sunrise and the start of another day. Her mane shone in silver, her eyes flamed with the wonder of the awakening sun, she flickered her tail across the morning, bringing dawn and sunlight, for the dawn, in symphonies, had just begun. She cantered across the fields, jumped the fences and hedges, of hidden magicsand forgotten lines, brought her past into the present, and opened the woodlands, byways and wanderings, from other places and other [email protected]