Hello everyone! We are just digging out of a snow storm we had over the last two days. So my wintery story here feels like good timing. Hope you enjoy!
The White Horse
Poem
It was winter’s night.
Cold.
Clear.
Diamond
snowflakes danced upon the whiteness of the snow under the moon’s light.
I walked the
snowy path; to where I do not know.
I looked behind;
there was no foot prints.
I kept walking.
There was no
choice.
As I walked, a
snowy owl graced me with its presence.
It called out in
prose that chilled in the winter’s breath.
I followed it
until it disappeared into the dark navy sky.
Snow rushed
around me and rushed ahead.
I kept walking.
My eyes squinted
in the moon’s light to see the glow a head of me.
It could not be.
A white horse
was standing there. The moon’s light bathed it.
Maybe the Moon’s
light was a horse.
Long white mane
glistened with silver and white.
White breath
snorted from its flared nostrils.
Even though it
was dark, I could see the dark eyes that lured me closer.
It threw its
head back and with a slight prance it gives me one more daring look.
With abruptness,
the white horse turns and runs.
Snow filled with
silver dust sweeps across my face with denial.
There are no tracks
for me to follow.
All that is left
is my desire to keep walking.
At the end of my
journey, the white horse awaits.
A call from the
owl reminds of past prose.
I stop and give
caution to the chilled wind.
Navy blue eyes
give whimsy to my action.
Soon, it is I
who lure the white horse.
The white horse
bows and I mount with full intention.
We ride into
paths, where we do not know.
But finally as most
dreams wake.
The white horse
ends the journey.
I dismount with
a heavy heart.
The white horse
turns and runs sending snow and silver dust into my eyes.
When sight
clears, I am left with prose full of promise.
I smile and bid
my friend well until we meet again.