I am

Horses in the evening, kicking their heels up, snorting in the dying light.

Wolves at the forest's edge, blinking in the dark silence with billowing breath.

Waves on the shore, whispering their secrets to the broken sea glass and shells.

Blood from a fight, coursing hot down flushed skin.

Moonlight glittering on the ice, shards of a broken globe spinning free.

Fields of emerald clovers, the scent of their flowers making me remember.

Eyes that watch me lovingly, wisdom beyond what I can fathom.

I am the memories that I have lived.