The Woman with the Horses

The woman with the horses
when the light is almost gone from the fields
and the doves have begun to mourn
and the clouds wait in the many myriad shapes
that are the secret language of the young
when they are lonely
and of lovers when they are far from each other
and of the evening
when the blackbirds descend
and the woman
with the horses in the field
when you are driving
west.