Tuesday, October 22, 2013


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


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