Sarah Winn

THE HORSEHEAD NEBULA

She labors alone.
Her end endears her to the hours.

The horses near her, then run on
as one, abalone dense.

She's lush and adorned.
She bends to double her burden,
and unleashes the hounds.

She tends the star stable,
shoes the red suns,

brushes the solar blue,
barely there, then the roan.

Sarah Ann Winn lives in Fairfax Virginia. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Apeiron Review, [d]ecember, Flycatcher, Lost River Review, Lunch Ticket, Massachusetts Review and NonBinary Review, among others. Visit her at bluebirdwords.com or follow her @blueaisling on Twi