The Brown, The Black and The Dun

My attempt at using a comparison between the colors of horses on my drive to a rural, Montana school with life's circumstances and choices...culminates in this.

I pass them by, several times in a day
They're always there, in the same place they've been
Circumspect of symbolism, it appears
Filling the space, in just an occupied way!

Reticent, with the new
Grown as I, accustomed to,
I pass to spy, or often to refer
Today, tomorrow, or perhaps yesterday
Oh, the brown, the black, and the done.

Of some, I am proud,Experiences sketch
The what, and the whom, of now
Some, so dark, hard to remember, but blackness
Shadows submerged, still prowl.

Now apprehended, they linger
In my mind's gallows, hidden pictures,
Tinged pale, discreet definitions,
Mere time has allowed this veil.

And yet, I am fond of, and somewhat reliant,
Their presence exists and fades in my rear view mirror,
They fade with the miles, still standing and grazing as horses
Appear...They are the brown, the black and the dun!