gallop through a prairie
horse white mane
soft morning light
the sun rose up again
without a saddle
free as a bird
bolting wildly
away from the herd
where is he running
what awaits there
devoid of direction
he may not care
joyous movement
through time and space
on his own terms
far from the race
never mind the trophies
now all given up
new sense of freedom
forget Melbourne cup
atop a mountain
secret hideaway
expansive views
crystal clear lake
only a few know
this special spot
still less can reach it
being that remote
timeworn hut stands a witness
to the ever-changing elements
at such high altitude
unique climate for sturdy plants
local animals make their burrows
in the shorter brown grasses
while adventurers hiking further
set up a tent for a chilly night
freezing cold can be experienced
with a snow falling any time of the year
warm clothes real necessity
four different seasons in a day
the less known part of
the land down under
where furry wombats
give a good night
bridge connecting
rainforest valley
silently observing
steady flow
rushing waters
carving their mark
into the mountain
human constructed
relationship
that lasts
Poem ‘Rushing waters’ was created based on the above image prompt, part of the following writing challenge #WDYS
Image credit; Kristen Winegeart @ Unsplash
days seem too short
time encapsulated
magic of the forest
where each tree needle
fell to the ground
without a sound
sitting around a bonfire
listening to the crackling
of the wood sap
eyes absorbing flames
cheeks and palms
shades of hot pink
reflecting on the past days
hours and years blend
into one infinitive mass
past present and future
only fictitious concepts
piercing through space
moments ago God’s child
now just a grey nomad
well behaved adult
following written rules
the wisdom hidden
behind thick curtains
innocence dissipated
like a smoke of the fire
only distant smile remains
so fragile and deep
you would almost miss it
in a blink of an eye
