Submitted by jd via Comments

… many had roles in my hobby (?).
This one a small role but an important one…

Snowhorse to Snowbird

Snow on snow sculpts a horse
with jaunty cap from a crippled

tree – resurrects Linda, my horsey
companion in 1950’s Milwaukee.

A palomino ponytail fans her long
neck as our feet gallop up and down

ravines, along littered railroad
ties, across crowded playgrounds.

She recycles her lessons
on the upright that greens

my envy, helps me extinguish
eleven candles circling the cake

that emerged, smoking, from the one
oven I remember in my mother’s many

kitchens, hands me a bitter,
tutorial. In my palm, she places

her ailing parakeet just as it flies
from a final nest.

jmd2018