Spirit of the Snow

I loved the nature of the piece Rosina, it felt very witch and the wardrobe, with the snow queen and fantasy feel. I was slightly confused by the spirit wolf, hooves, mane, and then you are a free white horse nice. I guess I am saying the spirtit wolf threw me off, although the hooves and mane tried bringing me back to prepare for the end, it not as smooth as it could have been. I am not sure you should change it, I only have one opinion. But I will say it gave me something to stumble on. Besides that, I loved the story and the result! Lucky me, if I am quick I get to be your first comment! Yeah! Julie D.D.

I could visualise all of this in my mind, lovely images of this beautiful ghostly white horse swishing its tail enjoying freedom "I blow my nostrils in the winter air". Just lovely. This would make a lovely picture to put up on the wall Love Mand xxxx

i felt every part of your spirit in this, its truly fantastic! a wonderful Write! much love shirley harrison

Ann of Norway Oh I KNOW that Scottish snow, that moorland snow that speeds your steed, the White wild horses running free, blown torn and tossed, curling gracefully, swaying lifting dying, stormed and thrown down on cold surfaces on grass and meadows, lawns, it is the nature of that element the water frozen branched and filigree, into crystals so divine they utter prayers as they descend in splendid mad cacophony and drive us on and on into the far horizon's pale oblivion. Wonderfully written and seen and felt and danced and well done Rosina this one I shall print out and ride when I need to feel free myself, you tore out the cooler heart of me, the one that loves the snow, that wistful magic white that is so mysterious and bright. Love to dear you on your snowflake horses. Ann.

beautiful imagery love judy xxx ps 'I nod to her and sped on my course' ('sped' do you mean 'speed'?) http://www.strategicpublishinggroup.com/title/TwentyMyPrettyPonies.html

cloaked by the blending shades.much better than being merely camouflaged.visuals well worth nom...........scribbler P.S. congrats. for making spotlight

Fantastic imagery! The whole poem is enchanting. I love the free spirited wave behind the write. Always, Cat

Bravo huni big smile this ones got a light heartedness I dont think I have felt in your work before .... nicccccccce ;) love and big hugs JayCee x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

I like this very much my friend espically the lines Never do I falter with grace of a spirit wolf I tilt my head as my mane does flow. it reminds me of something peresonal that someone once said to me. this was a very good memory for me too. thank you for bringing it back to me hobo

Lovely Xena. All the imagery worked for me - I could see it in my mind. I have only seen snow once but there is always something magic about it, and I have a special connection with horses and wolves :-)

Imagery is one of my favorite poetic devices and the imagery in this poem is beautiful. I love it! Thank you for sharing.

I could feel it, such an amazing thought. great write. Reepa

You have so delightfully captured the wonderful high spirits of a horse on a Winter's morning in this finely crafted write Xena. The storyline is delivered with grand phraseology and the whole poem is filled with a pictorial grandeur which tango's with the reader's senses as they scan line after line after beautiful line. I have enjoyed reading this lovely work of art Xena and I thank you so very much for sharing it with me.