With the swagger of a swimmer
approaching the starting block
or
January blooms covering a Christmas cactus
in magenta splendor;
He cantered toward the white arena fence
with his mane
full of frosty wind.
He sailed over
cleanly.
We watched his spotted rump
trot away towards
a patch of winter grass.
4 comments:
OMG! i'm laughing, but i'm not! :)
Perfect. Winston is home....for sure.
You are very good at this!
I wrote on my blog in response that the use of the word 'swagger' alone conveys confidence. And I love that you use the Christmas cactus and its blooming in winter as another example of confidence.
You paint a vivid picture of Winston and his character.
margo
Such a full and happy poem. I am glad Winston is settling in!
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