Ride The Thunderhead

Oh, Daughter of the Wind,

Come and ride with me!

Mount the gathering ivory steam

And gallop across the sea.

Twist your hands in silken mane

That billows wild and free,

Dig your heels into the cloud,

Race the Thunderheads with me!

Gallop o’er the glistening sand

Where timeless essence leaves a print

And run abreast against the hills

Where fading light leaves autumn’s tint.

Ride the sunset-shaded pony,

Lay your face in silver mane,

Lift your hands into the sky and

Catch the drops of evening rain.

Ride upon the winds of change,

And sail o’er mountain ridges,

Gallop down throughout the valley

Stop to build the needed bridges.

Descend from midnight starry steed

When storm is finally spent,

And gather from the cleansing rain

The healings that the storm has lent.

(c) Jan. 1994

Poetry & Photo by Julie Williams

Meditations On Horseback