The Equestrian Dream

As I head out to catch her I notice the light, white flakes drifting onto my face.

She gives me a soft nicker, I feel the warmth fill me, on a frosted morning.

Her warm breath against my face feels like home,

her dark coat powdered with snow. 

The dark evergreens, dusted in white. 

As I trot in the snow covered arena, with flakes still falling 

the wind blowing against my face, eyes watering from the cold.

Though I’m still out in the freezing temperatures, 

since you can’t sit around and wait for your led yields and piaffe to improve,

you have to chase the dream.

This feeling is what I live for,

I love this horse.