As I woke

On a cold winter morning,

My head filled

By the sound of hooves

Knocking against the frozen ground.

I gazed out my frosty window,

Fiery amber rumps gleaming

In the soft morning sun,

As the horses gallop

Past the white wispy trees.

I watched as they faded

From golden steeds

To mere dots in the horizon.

As I wonder

Wether they’d ever return,

A small cream foal

Wandered from behind the barn.

Luka is his name.

My dear Luka,

Now, a stunning

Golden stallion.

The reason I wake up,

And gaze out

My frosty window

Each morning.