Capture the Winds

Capture the Winds

    By Cathryn MacEllerhan

Smoke tales of old passing thru the sky of time
Whirling circles of life.
Horse’s nostrils flair
Anticipation in the air.
A grain of sand within the hourglass crashes quietly
thru time to worlds unknown.
A cork is fastened to this glass to capture the winds.
Take this destiny where I may
Upon my command the winds will blow…
But wait!
The sands have stopped
The winds lay low.
Come out, come out I say!
Now all is silent.
The winds can’t play today,
For they died in the capture of their souls.
Forlorn and forgotten
The winds have gone away.


Cathryn MacEllerhan
Dedicated to our Wild Horses
May they run forever free!