Picture a gentle sun,
picture pink and red flowers,
and picture spring.
It was during spring’s infancy,
when I saw her.
The woman on horseback.
Long hair colored quartz,
and wearing a red velvet cloak.
No noise made she,
no command given to the horse,
nor and comment on the scenery.
And my mind warred with itself-
to call out to her not.
Would a woman so beautiful from the back,
enjoy my front?
I chose to remain silent.
For luck with women I have had not,
and I needed not to worsen my record.
So, now, I live in my cottage,
and each spring I watch from my window.
I hope to see the woman on horseback.
For I know in my heart I should I have spoken,
for she said, after I had decided to not speak,
“I wish someone would call out to me.”
Originally appeared in the 2011-2012 edition of Outside In.