A night so frigid the snow
stopped at midnight, the farm
dark under thick clouds. He
takes a shallow breath, hoping
to warm the sharp air that’s
already chilled him deep in
his lungs. Shifting weight, cold
joints pinch at first light; early
winter when the sun comes
late, then stays low in the sky.
The old gelding waits, his
memory long enough to know
it won’t always be this bitter. … Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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