This was a difficult poem to write because it seemed full of emotional and spiritual suppression. I really haven't seen this horse in 2006. Maybe in 2007. We have no snow on the ground but I know he's out there waiting, either peacefully or, more likely, patiently.
A Christmas Day Recall
A messenger whispers:
Driven to go far
I am sadly a helpless passenger.
Riding by a glistening white field
Ciera S. Louise c. December 04, 2006