New Occidental Poetry

Palomino Ponies

Shivering there, heads tossing
Stamping in the cold thin air
Sun kissing their fair hair

They stop, watching me.
Tossed heads, eyes fixed
Trotting over, ready to flee

Now they nuzzle up
To Human touch.
A playful nibble at my coat!

We stand there, converse
Man and Beast
In timeless moments
Afore they spirit away

Back to endless play

-Arthur Powell

Arthur Powell