a white mare
(snowlight
no whiter)
waiting among
November cottonwoods
jingling
the
pearl-
white
bells on her bridle
lighter
than
milkweed
hooves
frost-
silver
mane
glittery
with opals
she will turn
and gallop away
into the
pea-pod green
of the sea
under milk-glass moons
stars
the color of
grapes