For days when the sun is amber on leaves
That shiver slightly.
A view of the lake like a saucer
Eons of security in its banks.
I ride and feel the ripple of energy in the flanks and withers
Sharing the earth that rises up through his hooves.
We gaze across the rim where eternity hangs like a haze on the horizon
and legions charged round the castles to the Roman Hills and on.
Alert, my mount flicks his ears, all taut
ready to join the ancient sounds I do not hear
as we descend the crater
to crystal blue and reflection...
Who could have imagined such fortune
17 NOVEMBER 2005
copyright Linda Foster 2005