A poem by N. Scott Momaday
The Snow Mare
In my dream, a blue mare loping,
Pewter on a porcelain field, away.
There are bursts of soft commotion
Where her hooves drive in the drifts,
And as dusk ebbs on the plane of night,
She shears the web of winter,
And on the far, blind side
She is no more. I behold nothing,
Wherein the mare dissolves in memory,
Beyond the burden of being.
N. Scott Momaday
Image: Snow Mare by J. Macneill-traylor
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Princess Snowdrop. She is a pony who's talent is creating snowflakes for the winter season. I have drawn her as an alicorn, as I believe that she deserves to be a princess in the MLP lore.
I've also designed an Ice Rapier that she can summon with her powers.
If anyone wants their MLP oc or any pony at all drawn in the horseland artstyle, I'm open for commissions! Please message me!
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Salina, Simone Benenati, 2017 Ai primi di gennaio 2017 ci fu una nevicata eccezionale sulle Eolie. Nella foto, scattata a Salina da Monte Fossa delle Felci, si vedono Lipari e Vulcano innevate. @benenati_simone Buon Natale a tutti! #salina #simonebenenati #lipari #vulcano #snow #neve #isoleminori #isoleitaliane #mare #isole #island #sea #isola #tirreno #eolie #aeolianislands #mediterraneo #photography #epoca #vintagephoto #vintagephotography #oldphoto #foundphoto #lostmemories #antiquephoto #oldphotos #oldphotograph #isoleminorifoto #filicudiisland #eoliemgz (presso Isola Di Salina,Eolie) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmlqUDqMUFP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Mares in Foal always Do Better when Exercised with Reasonable Work. This Mare, Photographed in March, Dropped Her Foal Late in May in an Easy, Unattended Delivery. See Frontispiece.
Clarence E. Bosworth, 1939, Breeding Your Own: How to raise and train colts for pleasure and profit
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Bright in White
The Magpie by Claude Monet
There Blooms No Bud in May
There blooms no bud in May
Can for its white compare
With snow at break of day,
On fields forlorn and bare.
For shadow it hath rose,
Azure, and amethyst;
And every air that blows
Dies out in beauteous mist.
It hangs the frozen bough
With flowers on which the night
Wheeling her darkness through
Scatters a starry light.
Fearful of its pale glare
In flocks the starlings rise;
Slide through the frosty air,
And perch with plaintive cries.
Only the inky rook,
Hunched cold in ruffled wings,
Its snowy nest forsook,
Caws of unnumbered Springs.
—Walter de la Mare
Crow Flying in the Snow by Kawanabe Kyōsai
Le Givre à Giverny/Frost in Giverny by Claude Monet
Velvet Shoes
Let us walk in the white snow
In a soundless space;
With footsteps quiet and slow,
At a tranquil pace,
Under veils of white lace.
I shall go shod in silk,
And you in wool,
White as white cow’s milk,
More beautiful
Than the breast of a gull.
We shall walk through the still town
In a windless peace;
We shall step upon white down,
Upon silver fleece,
Upon softer than these.
We shall walk in velvet shoes:
Wherever we go
Silence will fall like dews
On white silence below.
We shall walk in the snow.
—Elinor Wylie
Morning Sunlight on the Snow, Eragny-sur-Epte by Camille Pissarro
Sparrows on Snowy Bamboo by Murata Bakuseki
Snow in the Suburbs
Every branch big with it,
Bent every twig with it;
Every fork like a white web-foot;
Every street and pavement mute:
Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.
The palings are glued together like a wall,
And there is no waft of wind with the fleecy fall.
A sparrow enters the tree,
Whereon immediately
A snow-lump thrice his own slight size
Descends on him and showers his head and eye
And overturns him,
And near inurns him,
And lights on a nether twig, when its brush
Starts off a volley of other lodging lumps with a rush.
The steps are a blanched slope,
Up which, with feeble hope,
A black cat comes, wide-eyed and thin;
And we take him in.
—Thomas Hardy
Leaf From an Album of Ten Leaves by Shibata Zeshin
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Winter
And the robin flew
Into the air, the air,
The white mist through;
And small and rare
The night-frost fell
Into the calm and misty dell.
And the dusk gathered low,
And the silver moon and stars
On the frozen snow
Drew taper bars,
Kindled winking fires
In the hooded briers.
And the sprawling
Bear Growled deep in the sky;
And Orion's hair
Streamed sparkling by:
But the North sighed low,
"Snow, snow, more snow!"
by Walter de la Mare
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