A stray cloud from the Rockies

brought snow and a high-up scents,

flakes the size of half dollars

sudden through the April morning.

Horses in the field

downhill from the road

scattered at the sound

of snow out of season,

struck at it with their hooves,

crisscrossed the meadow grass,

their tails waving a rhythm

to outstretched legs.

They whinnied and bucked

along the barbed wire fence

and quick as the snow stopped,

reared and circled back,

put their noses together,

shook winter off.