Courage

A hard courageous winter

drifts complacent snow;

the old mare braces for more

She dapples, then greys

pawing frozen terrain;

she’s stoic, proud,

lifts a final brow

Sidestepping frozen thickets

non-garish in ruminations;

bewitching casual forests,

beseeching her master’s hand

She’s fading now

a bittersweet time;

silent, still, dreamy somehow

her master she’ll miss, molasses and whip

Her memories remain;

she was fashioned to serve,

created for adoration,

baubled, adorned

She sees it now

through wide-open gate;

it’s waiting for her

the celestial shore.

© ginamc 2013