As she rode across
The desert
In deep December
A million stars lit
The evening sky;
She wrapped the night around her
Like a cape:
The moon was
A beacon
Boulders were on either side
Coyotes echoed their
Songs
The Rio Grande
Wasn’t far, and that hope
Remained her sustenance.
Katherine Darlington has articles in many publications including literary journals, poetry anthologies, and has several published novels. When she isn’t riding horses or hiking on some mountain trail, she’s working on a story. See more of her work at katherinedarlington.com.