Anthology

Alone on the Kansas plains Nothing for miles around
Save for the drifting snowflakes And haunting billows of smoke That rise lazily from the chimneys The grass and fields of

Wheat resemble the state of my soul Slowly dying if not already dead
Frost clings desperately to the last Remnant of life in this God forsaken land

Nothing moves except the wind Blustering and moaning about
Eager to pass over this stretch
Of emptiness and move on to
Happier places where life still blossoms

Even the birds had the sense
To go south before the darkness
Of winter settled onto the plains
I however did not realize how
Long and lonely the winter could be

Nor did I imagine the toll it
Would take on my soul or
The very life within me
So I stayed, alone, freezing
fearing that the spring would never come

And in a sense it didn’t
The winter of the North lands
Has not fully been shaken from my heart Despite the spring and summer
That have passed

I will carry
The darkness of the night forever And the frigid brush of wind
That blew the snow and ice around To form a bond over my heart