A FLURRY OF HORSES
The clouds are molting. Feathers
tickle the horses, who can’t stand
still. A soft nicker of sun
falls through the frosted spray.
The horses leap, swing their heads,
then jog the periphery of joy.
This poem was originally published in Weather Watch: Poems from Wyoming, Barbara M. Smith, Ed. (WyoPoets, 2014).
Carol L. Deering has twice received the Wyoming Arts Council Poetry Fellowship (2016, judge Rebecca Foust; 1999, judge Agha Shahid Ali). Her poetry appears in online and traditional journals, and in the recent anthology Blood, Water, Wind & Stone: An Anthology of Wyoming Writers (Sastrugi Press). Learn more about the poet https://www.caroldeering.com
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I will have a book coming out this fall, and the poem above, “A Flurry of horses,” will be in it! 🙂