Riding through the woods on a snowy day,
Nothing more pleasant, I must say.

The hush of winter, so calm and deep,
A world of wonder in slumbering sleep.

The trees stand tall in robes of white,
Glistening softly in pale daylight.

The soft flakes kiss my weary face,
Falling gently with tender grace.

Seeing my breath in the cold, crisp air,
My horse steps lightly with careful care.

He tosses his head, eager to roam,
Hooves crunching the path that leads us home.

Such great times to cherish and keep,
Moments that wake and moments that sleep.

The joy of laughter, the sorrow of years,
Memories linger with warm, salty tears.

MarkWaldrop