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The Horses:
I climbed through the woods in the hour of dawn,
The air was electric yet still, not a bird nor leaf stirred,
A world cast in frost, my breath a misty veil.
And then I saw them, the horses magnificent and silver grey,
The fields, a foggy, otherworldly vision,
Morning light, ethereally cast,
The farm so silent, a frozen delight,
A ghostly mist, enchantingly bright.
As the sun rose higher,
The grass turned ablaze,
Purples, blues and teals shift orange, white and gold,
The magic of the foggy mist remained.
There still, the horses stood,
Steaming and glistening under the flow of light.
Immaculate air, so crisp and untainted,
A new day beckoning, the promise of a fresh start.