At dverse tonight the prompt from Mish is to write a Quadrille (a poem of 44 words) including the word shift or a derivative of that.
When wind reaches a certain velocity
it shape-shifts into wild horses
that charge ahead.
Flaming hoofs,
manes of streaming water,
eyes rolling,
not in fear
but for the joy
of being unleashed.
You ask me
about my emotions.
What more can I tell you.
welshstream 
Wow, the imagery was mesmerizing. The ending….unexpected and stellar.
This made me want to sing… that old Stones song is starting in the background, those last lines turning the whole poem into a metaphor is very clever.
I love the imagery here, and the way you shift from wind to emotions. I like this poem a lot.
Such vivid imagery! That horse-wind of emotion. I really like this.
Love the images of wild horses charging again. Again, a suble shift to the emotions underneath.
Brilliant.
I like this metaphor for unleashed emotions!
Very cool. The shape-shifting winds of emotions…
Wild’s wild, alright & you capture that nicely here. Salute.
Love this. Wild horses. They embody so much of nature, so much of human emotion.
I love it when the metaphor becomes the object it describes.
Love this from the first stanza on. I can see those horses.