Sleepy Fox Hollow pyroclast ii

snow had fallen all day, all night, and into the morning.

almost a foot had gathered. selenia shook soft mounds of it from her forelock, her withers, her rump. when this froze, it would be harder to find the grasses which she and fancy so needed now.

the mare went for water next, stamping a hard hoof into the surface of a thin creek until the ice began to splinter.

blackbirds lifted from snow-laden trees, cawing harshly in the greywhite morning.