White flakes float out of a dull steel sky
acid wind cuts my face, slices my bones
surreal silence while black birds fly by
pre dawn colors over nameless homes

Dog's nails clicking on a far off street
blanketed wheels and steel asleep

Step on ice crusts crunching under feet
ice icicles hanging from underneath
cold air smelling of factory's soot
lonely sound of a dead rustling leaf

Trod a path with a far destination
through a world of remote relation

A chilling freeze enwraps and bites me
an incidental experience
my journey's end I now foresee
as I approach home's old rusty fence

An open door, a warm home I see
and your loving arms open to me