This old year
leaves me cold
& what a price
I’ve paid in life
in love.
My mares come
to me, a dream
these three:
with whom I
shared my love
my hope.
Neglected now
tattered coats
& it’s been
full twenty years
since we have
shared these
fields.
They stood
so pleased
to see
that I had
come at last
as if
they’d waited
by the gate
this long.
What a price
I’ve paid for
this:
for when I
woke my
heart did break
to see t’was
but a dream
my mares
all three
still waiting.
Victoria Mosley 
Lovely poem! Keep sending them!
We had a lot of snow fall yesterday – the first of the winter! Just in from using the snowblower on the driveway.
I’m glad to say that I will be going south to Palm Island in the Grenadines for three weeks on 22 January – lovely to get away from this weather Ruaraidh McIntyre
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