I had a hard time picking one but....

Winter Morning Ride

Consciousness slid o'er our bodies,
Its bony fingers wrapping 'round,
Squeezing awareness from slumber.

Clambering out of our warm bed,
Aniticipating what's to come,
Hurriedly, excitedly, dressed

Ourselves in layers of comfort.
Outside, cold air caressed, numbed skin.
Horses we tacked, clung to for warmth.

Their breath, ghostly apparitions
Instantly revealing themselves,
Melting quickly into nothing.

Hoofbeats, footfalls, the crisp air sliced.
Giggling, echoes lingering,
From one rough peak to the next, bounced.

The new fallen snow reflecting
Miniature rainbows over
Hills made anew to the morning.

We, saddled up, settled in, rode.
Leaving angelic prints in mounds
Of earth, blanketed in white gold.