Snow

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.

Reviews

[Tony]

I think we've all met people like this "snow"-- kinda dangerous but still represent something "wild, and free" which makes them appealing.

Hauntingly beautiful imagery anyway you interpret.

[OR]

Nice one I love snow but I never saw it so this hits me deep inside :) lol
+ I love this piece just love it ! :)

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

vivid and clear imagery~ exquisite details~gorgeus image shift~ you bend the poetic lens with extraordinary skill~

[Samuel Dickens]

I like your equating a white stalion to snow--it's very visually stimulating. I heard you're lovely isle has gotten quite a lot of the white stuff, so now I expect it is even lovlier.

[Wondering Mind]

snow smiles at this . Wonderful write