Import VI

The wind blew through trees near the river
And the leaves on the ground gave a quiver
The mare came closer
And eyed the composer
Whose gaze she returned with a shiver

Blue shimmers highlighted her mane
Matchless she was, far from plain
With bi-colour eyes
She stared in surprise
At the stranger within her domain

The stranger stood still to admire
Her colours, like sparks from a fire
Pink, purple and blue
Of a breath-taking hue
The guest’s heart overflowed with desire

The mare was pure and unspoiled
Her coat appeared clean and unsoiled
Innocent and artless
Inspiring the heartless
Under thin skin, her muscles laid coiled

The calm broke at a sudden distraction
To run was the mare’s reaction
She gave a quick twirl
The wind started to swirl
And thus ended the brief interaction