Wordle #29 In The Time of The Dappled Horse

In the time of the dappled horse

Air crisp clear and strident full with the crystal call of fall
Entranced the young with pitch perfect

Delirium, heated the passion of blood to

Pounding swish, as a swoon soared 
through

each mighty chestnut tree

While the wind in tight pleat of contained heat

Did at last reignite, burst, and shower the land 

With white blossoms, piercing the sullen shell 
of sunlit day and navy night until it did seem each

Besotted-
thundering the land in the unbridled gallop of lust, love, luster 
Luminous each countenance once lit did each in turn   

Emit the collective cry of life lived with each blown 
breath 
In the time, that time, of the dappled horse