Philip J. Burgess

Monday Poems
5:31 am
Mon February 24, 2014

"A Cold Night"

Badlands Child, poems by Philip J. Burgess

Heavy with ancient memories of grace
and the ghosts of a thousand riders,
the solitary horse moves slowly down from the canyon
of deep winter shadows
towards a moon trapped in river ice.

Diamonds sift down from a cottonwood
onto quivering yellow-white haunches;
a cold night for crossing frozen water,
a cold night for an old dreaming gypsy horse
to step over the moon.

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