Snow Horse

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on November 21, 2009, 9:00


by Madelaina, age 14

The sand’s teasing glares subsided
as the world was swallowed in a mouth of grey,
of Carolina blue and periwinkle hues.
The overcast mourned these colours
but my Snow Horse only glowed more.

His mane freestyling amidst the wind
and his legs moulding into their invisible tides.
An avalanche.
The fleabitten grey of his coat
a ghostly white.
An untouched blizzard.
Each of his spots bear a magical drop,
like chocolate tears of joy and gloom.
The Snow Horse.

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