More snow last night but let's fire up the Tardis for a trip back in time. From November, Laraine's horses. And one of my favourite poems by one of my favourite poets.
"To-night the very horses springing by
Toss gold from whitened nostrils. In a dream
The streets that narrow to the westward gleam
Like rows of golden palaces; and high
From all the crowded chimneys tower and die
A thousand aureoles. Down in the west
The brimming plains beneath the sunset rest,
One burning sea of gold."
from Winter Evening
by Archibald Lampoon
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