Wind Of The North, (Part 4) Winter Mare
Wind of the North!
by Captain Cur
Autumnal colors spill from turning leaves
that coat the earth then wither where they lie,
seduction strips the branches of the trees,
a few still cling but all must surely die
exasperated forms inundating sky.
Winters rise! Break your chambered bonds and hear
cold and darkening sounds her ceaseless neighs
by her side ten snow leopards claw the air
storming through the Northern Plains rides the Winter Mare.