SHADOW SHOT SUNDAY
SLATTED SUNSHINE
The winter sun, low in the sky,
Not summer-hot as in days gone by,
Comes slatting in to lie and laze,
Exhausted by its summer blaze.
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EVER ONWARD!
How can anything unreal express such energy and verve?
How can anything metallic be so vibrant and so warm?
How can we see beneath the skin each tendon and each nerve?
How can rippling muscles show in a purely static form?
The front leg, full of power, seems to point the way ahead.
The back leg moves in unison just like a living spring!
The shadows made by muted light that's shining overhead
Make the elevation seem a very true and certain thing.
Once long ago in China a craftsman made this horse
Which can gallop on through all eternity.
Such a wonderful example of pure energy and force.
How glad I am that I have eyes to see!
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