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
