December 20th, 2012
The wind whipping through open windows,
with the heat on full furnace blast,
the proper blend of fire with ice
on this five hour drive.
The arrival, among the abundant fields
Filled with untouched snow,
The celestial spotlight shines
Upon the family legacy.
The snow languishes atop the sleeping souls,
Disturbed by the crunch under my soles,
I pause--Reading names as the wind
Whispers my destiny.
The barren branches bow in respect clicking
their applause, as I face death head on,
yet pensively, the last limb
of a proud family tree.
The crisp night air fills lungs that crave more;
These “icyhighs” of winter will be missed,
When the deafening silence befalls