I Gallop Beside

Spring touches our mountain with promises

above ice and snow and wind

Our daughters have grown and gone

to the world.

They promise to return to visit

when warmer winds of spring

bring pasque flowers to bloom

Time gallops into time

I gallop beside

Time grins at me wildly

I grin back

dust from our hoofprints.

Promises of dust

hang warm in spring air.

We laugh and gallop

and gallop toward dusk