White Horses

White horses.

White against landscape of greens, pure beauty like a moon stands out,

Catching eyes and breaths

To be seen, to be looked at

Whispers of look can you see?

Carved muscles in living white marble, monoliths to man and beast

Yet so otherworldly and unreal

Carved into hillside chalk, etched out to be remembered

Ghosts in the twilight, made real by the weight of their shadow against the passing light

Carriers of omens good and bad depending on your upbringing.

I see the good.

The wonder of the day marked special by the arrival of two white horses in the field opposite.