Lady Tamarack

Clothed in colors of passion, you stand
Swaying to the tune of your lover, Wind's hands
Shivering deliciously, as he drops
Your golden garments upon the forest floor

By Donna Weber

The Eyes of Equus

'Neath cowl of swirling studded skies,
Awaiting the eternal ryhthm of hooves,
On wings of Pegasus my spirits rise,

Earth quivers as they come,
Leaping, shimmering, sleek
Ethereal nostrils flare,
Catch my scent and turn to peek!

I'm captured by the eyes of equus...

by Donna Weber

The Rider
When I’m an old lady in the nursing home
With my rear end stuck in a wheel chair that goes nowhere
My hands idle on my lap
And my eyes staring into empty space.

Don’t you dare feel sorry for me
The part of me that’s real, won’t be there

I’ll be in the mountains, my soul riding high
On a horse of fire and speed and light.
Up where the clouds touch your breath
And air as pure as space fills your chest

By Donna Weber