Winter Scene
A snow pony and sled
The pure mystery of diagonals, gliding
and tinkling bells
Beside a grey-green meadow, shadow less
down snow lanes with plumes of breath,
mystical from its nostrils
Stone carved but alive in shape and form
The snow crunches under its animated hooves
This sled streaming through a pure, white domain
A temporary yet, timeless feeling world.
Suzanne Delaney
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013
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