Shelter from the Storm

Creep slowly through snowy winter.

Slough the drifts of an eerie forest.

Walk toward the light,

Cold, heartless light.

Forward, always moving forward.

 

The moon lies sleeping

Beyond the vale

Black skies blow an icy gale

Dark clouds strike each other

Lightning of the storm

 

Peer into the river’s edge

Parched for warmth

of mulled wine

Settle instead

cold, dirty water.

Challenging

The struggle to survive

 

A shadow,

dark and cold,

Frost-rimmed eyes,

My only shelter from the storm.

 

Thanks for reading,

Ernest