A Poem by Carol L. Deering

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