Horses Poem by Rachel Tebbutt

Here they come the dove white horses,
my bones buckle under their forces.
Pounding towards me in a dash,
how once I was, is reduced to ash.

A memory so clear, I still remember,
a snow filled day mid-November.
Forming on the grass, a blanket of lace,
that familiar old look on your face.

To a place that will be forever missed,
that corner of earth, I've sealed with a kiss.
Between us lay honesty and never a lie,
as that bright dahlia, now slowly dies.