Frost
on the Saddle
by Mikal Trimm
The
sky.
The
Big Country sky
Cloudless
and the blue
Of
angels' irises
So
much like a framed picture
That
you'd expect it
To
shatter
From
the bitter cold
The
snow.
The
limitless snow
God's
blanket for
The
shivering grasslands
Spotless
yet speckled
With
diamonds
That
litter the ground
Tiny
frozen suns
The
steam.
The
smoke-signal steam
The
thinning puffs of
A
dying furnace
A
riderless horse
Treks
the limitless snow
Under
the Big Country sky
Its
saddle flecked with icy crimson tears.
Copyright © Mikal Trimm 2004
Photo Copyright © Eric Marin 2004
About the Author:
Mikal Trimm writes stories and poems and songs. The stories and poems may be found in several publications both on- and offline, including Infinity Plus, Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, NFG and Say.... His songs must be heard in person. He currently lives outside Austin, Texas, due to circumstances beyond his control.