SnowA Poem by Angela Mulley
Here he comes. White stallion. Death of
autumn flooding through winters gate.
Ghostly, falling from stars, cloven hooves
deep into the fields. Remember
me? I, who beside you, winter skin
and white breath as we ran along
the edge of the night? "Neigh" he shudders.
He never did, but each time I
assume he might, as silently he
sweeps across seasons evening,
cold, wild, and free, chasing the sunrise.
© 2010 Angela Mulley
Added on November 30, 2010
Last Updated on November 30, 2010
RUNCORN, North West, United Kingdom
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