The morning awoke us with a glare of
fields glazed in snow four foot high,
so high a neighbor’s horse got out,
just scampered skittishly over the fence
We watched it plow sideways through our yard
breasting the powdery waves
flanks, all quavery, wading,
flinging up sprays of freedom
It took an hour’s exertion to dig out the car
and shovel a gangway to the road,
aware of, not far away,
one wayward colt, exulting
