December Walk

I I had turned and drifted warm to sleep
I would have missed them all:
The flash of a magpie’s wing, black and white
Against a pale sky,
Clouds spilling orange and gold
Across the mountains east,
And the long, haunting call
Of the train across the valley:
“Come away, come away with me.”

The wind pushes pine scent into
My slowly freezing face,
The sidewalk’s icy corner throws me
Onto my knees in the crunchy grass.
As I climb to my feet, unhurt,
The train hangs its invitation on the air:
“Come away, come away with me.”

I gather it all close, like a winter bouquet,
And hurry to the warmth of home,
Trying to ignore the beckoning call
Growing faint across the valley,
“Come away, come away with me.”

© Caroline

Advertisements
Comments
  1. Karla says:

    I guess we all want to run away sometimes…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s