Walking as if against a heavy storm
Harness too tight
Bridled to form
Steps never light
Snow and sand
of shadows fearing
cold and heat
them both rearing
Furs were tainted
muscles clearly strained
stripes thinly painted
equine frames in pain
Snow and sand
hooves making a trail
cold and heat
they weren't frail
Foam from muzzles
watchful and tense
lives like puzzles
how did it make sense?
Snow and sand
not in wain
heat and cold
were their pain
Salty scent reaching
earth without quakes
ears forward peaking
mirroring their fates
Snow and sand
tails flowing
cold and heat
eyes glowing
Spotted their hopes
bound no more
running down slopes
Galloping freely as two of a kind
"Harness too tight
Bridled to form"
The short stanzas also come across very well as a whole and it tells a tale.
Nice work! Poetry is very tricky but can be relieving. There's a lot that can be said in poetry.