Winter is about answering the questions
I ask in my sleep
Winter is about losing my mind
but finding my heart
Winter is about the dark way
he loves me when he gets home
in the middle of the night
Winter is about my horses thick coat
and the steam rising off his back
on cold mornings
Winter is about my words
the feet of my thoughts
moving forward
Winter
November 3, 2009 by Honeybritches