White on White

Through the New Hampshire dusk
we walk beside an old stone fence.
Easy falling silent snow
covers  a  sleeping field,
all nature cloaked in white.
Out from the wall of descending flakes
emerges a startling apparition.
A large white horse
brazenly approaches 
followed by a foal in winter coat.
She halts alert with ears erect,
dismissing us after brief scrutiny,
she reels about with a scornful snort.
They canter off, tails swishing,
behind a curtain of wafting snow
beneath the cold gray sky
leaving naught but pleasant admiration,
a rare phenomenon,
a delightful elemental convergence
of serendipitous happenstance.