White Horse

Cold dark winter sets upon us,
And white is all we see.
But as I was walking through the woods,
A glint of white flashes upon me.
Behind the trees and through a clearing,
There stood the most beautiful horse!
High up rearing!
His neck was arched, his nostrils flared,
His eyes glinted,
And I just stared.
A pure white horn was on his head,
His mane and tail were so glorious,
I thought I might drop dead!
I looked out through the trees,
But he was gone.
All that I saw was a mother deer
And her fawn.

Molly Murphy