A Palamino Poem for Winter

I subscribed recently to NPR’s Writer’s Almanac, and have been enjoying reading one poem a day. I haven’t posted a poem in a while, so here’s a recent favorite:

by Alden Nowlan

Though the barn is so warm

that the oats in his manger,

the straw in his bed
seem to give off smoke —

though the wind is so cold,
the snow in the pasture
so deep he’d fall down
and freeze in an hour —

the eleven-month-old
palomino stallion
has gone almost crazy
fighting and pleading
to be let out.
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