Stopping in the Evening by a Snowy Woods

We’ve stopped again, I’ll catch my breath,
I hope I do not freeze to death;
The evening brought out ice and snow,
On this December twentieth.

The air turns icy as I blow,
The temperature is six below;
I wonder how long will this take?
I’m catching chill, it’s time to go.

I give my harness bells a shake,
To ask if Robert’s still awake,
His gaze is distant, bittersweet,
‘Cross snowy woods and frozen lake.

We start again into the sleet,
But I’ve got horseshoes on my feet,
And miles to trot before I eat,
And miles to trot before I eat.

|| My Poetry ||