sleigh ride: reprise
February 2, 2019: It’s a BEAUTIFUL winter day in Mississippi Mills, and, earlier, as I sat with my morning tea, I imagined what it might be like to go on a sleigh ride like one I went on just before Christmas (when it was super icy, and a little scary LOL!).
Today, the snow is falling softy, and there’s LOTS of it, and it feels peaceful and quiet. It’s easy to believe that everything is exactly as it should be. All of that inspired the poem below…
sleigh ride: reprise
© 2019 punkie
sleigh ride: reprise
a little boy nods in
shy assent when you
ask: “Do you want to
steer the sleigh?” and
you put the ends of the
reins that already pass
through your hands
into his
snow falls quiet as
the wind all but disappears
in the shelter of the trees
runners slice and glide
hooves thump on
fresh-cleared trails
devoid of pre-
Christmas
ice
all is muffled
and white except for
the multi-coloured
cargo dressed in red
and purple mittens,
matching scarves and
toques, down jackets,
winter boots, laughter
and frosty breath
you wear a fur hat and
a lifetime of scars
and everything
is exactly as
it’s meant
to be
© 2018 Susan Macaulay . I invite you to share my poetry and posts widely, but please do not reprint, reblog or copy and paste them in their entirety without my permission. Thank you.
