Sleigh Day

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I leapt behind the horses of my mind’s imagined sleigh
As snow had fallen overnight to softly greet the day
I grabbed the reins and cracked the whip and off across the hills
A speeding sleigh, what better way, to leave behind mind’s ills.

Behind two finely figured mares, jet black with braided manes
We quickly passed by farmer’s fence, across his furrowed plains
Down the hill towards the brook my steeds have found their pace
Their strength and speed increasing, though they know it’s not a race.

The clinging snow bent heavily the boughs of blue-green spruce
Which in the draft of swift-pulled sleigh, huge clumps of snow let loose
Along the course of winding brook past birches lining banks
The coal-black shoulders of my team contrast with frosted flanks.

The clouds are stingy with the holes that let the sun peek through
Creating frosty diamonds seen against small patch of blue
Just like a real-life snow-globe, they fall behind my wake
Settling into runners tracks to erase the path we make.

Even with the wind upon my face, no cold was felt
The sleigh became a church in which whose altar I now knelt
Thankful of the skills with which my mind had found to cope
I came back to reality and its promise of new hope.

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