There is a silver spring
where golden fishes dwell
between the banks of sweet brown earth.
There, wondrous scarlet finches sing
in warbling notes, as if you to tell
(with constant mirth)
“Both skies and horses can be blue.”
You decide, dream-world, or true?
A quadrille for dVerse. Kim asked us to use the word, “earth.”
In my mind, a perfect world would include blue horses.