Feeble foal spilled into frosty morning
Patient mare melts icicles m they form
Strangely the stables had no warning.
White tipped grass and glinting frost
Sun shines fierce from its blue awning.
Grey church tower lit with ice
Black trees powerless against its burning.
Mare unsurprised, quiet and calm
Foal twists his neck to see her, yearning
For the warm cocoon lost in his borning
As hunger strikes, shaky legs grow firm
With milk he feels his first strength churning.
The mare accepts, then walks on ahead
Unmoved, resigned to a new life's dawning.
Sylvia Goodman
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