GHOSTS IN THE PADDOCK

[Cropduster]

GHOSTS IN THE PADDOCK

There are ghosts in the paddock
an eerie parade
of mist shrouded figures
that appear and then fade.
The steam from their nostrils
Disgruntled retort
to the bite of the winter -
with displeasure they snort

There are ghosts in the paddock
disappearing at will
into velveteen pillows
of white frosty chill
The mist shrouded valley,
a white satin pall
beckoning sunrise,
a chilled curtain call.

There are ghosts in the paddock
An image sublime
A celestial portrait
stood frozen in time
But the veil of the morning
Will lift with the sun
As the ghosts disappear and
a new day's begun.

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper April 2015

[Catherine Lee]

Nicely done Allan - it really paints a picture, evoking the feeling of a misty early morning

[Cropduster]

Thanks Catherine