Tail That’s Light

Riding on fresh snow
that’s been falling for several days.
The ground is white
with sagebrush tips sticking out.
Riding through snow, it’s quiet.
Where a river goes, the trees are black,
the ground is white.
Where there are pine trees
it’s blue, almost black,
and still further beyond
Wolf Teeth Mountain’s pine trees are darker still.
There’s nothing but the cold wind
looking like smoke.
Ash trees, where they’re thick,
it is black.
Gray, I’m riding, his breath is white
Gray, ground, he is like this day.
My song, I’m singing
as I’m looking around
where the sun appears
pink peeps out of the blue sky.
Going to get many horses.
Riding Gray, they won’t see me
in white, gray, blue, black winter day.
My song, I’m singing.

© 2013, Henry Real Bird, from Wolf Teeth