Riding as the year dies

Under a glitter-gilded blanket lies a silent field,
Stone-strewn, frozen and still.
Freshly-fallen snow is slashed by furrowed streaks,
Summer’s ghost whispers of a wind-kissed night.

Solitary-strikes, hoof on snow,
Toward Heaven’s shadows, the mountains swell far-flung
Our muffled-march an illusion, the towering peaks unmoved.
The whole earth struck speechless in the blinding light.

Minute-morphed an hour flies.
And soon will go the year.
Sunbeams shine on chestnut hide,
We two are one, alone, in a world of white.

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