Full moon, quiet evening
Distant mooing cows
Just enough snow to cover the ground
Up on my horse I ride
Light snow falling, like tiny fairies
Peaceful gentle snow flakes
A few stalks of corn still stand
A doe and her fawn rest in the tall grass
A big buck stands watch in the tree line
Crunch, crunch, the sound of my mare’s hooves
Snowflakes sparkling on her ears
Careful, don’t slip on the ice
A carrot waits for you back at the barn.
I live in Amherst, Ohio. I have been published in "Good Old Days" magazine. Also in "Cynic On Line" magazine, and The Chronicle Telegram Accent page. I am a founding member of the Oberlin Writers' Group. I enjoy riding horses and gardening.