Upon the summer hillside,
in early morning,
upon the summer side
of May,
she walked across
the empty fields,
waiting for the sunrise
and the start
of another day.
Her mane shone
in silver,
her eyes flamed
with the wonder
of the awakening sun,
she flickered her tail
across the morning,
bringing dawn
and sunlight,
for the dawn,
in symphonies,
had just begun.
She cantered across
the fields,
jumped the fences
and hedges,
of hidden magics
and forgotten lines,
brought her past
into the present,
and opened
the woodlands, byways
and wanderings,
from other places
and other times.
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