Ehwaz/The Horse

Ehwaz/The Horse by Amoret BriarRose I approach her slowly, bit of apple in my hand, hoping to coax her? Befriend her? I’m not sure either is truly possible. I know in my heart: she is a wild thing though the path near the fence is deep and worn and her warm breath fogs the air as her teeth gingerly grab sweetness from my open palm, her muzzle soft, pliant. Her eyes betray her.     previously published on November 9, 2016 at amoretbriarrose.com