Winter
The glacial air bears heavily on my shoulders
as they slump towards the glistening snow.
God! I hate winter.
Scrunch, scrunch.
In the pure and penetrating endless silence
I hear only the sound of myself as I flounder onward alee.
Scrunch, scrunch.
As my boots splinter through the thin crust of ice
That has frozen over the surface of the recent snow.
But wait! There is more !
The mistral howling and wailing sure resurrect a lot of ghosts.
Spirits that call out to me.
From ahead or from behind?
I can't tell.
Ahead, the powdery, falling snow slowly begins to obscure
the path laid down by those who went before.
Yet they draw me forward, calling for me to follow.
Behind, the spirits urge me on, reminding me of the fact that
this is done. The steps behind call out-
"You can't go back...
And all along the way the warm glow of homefires
fill the homes with affability and kindness.
enigma 1: something that baffles understanding and cannot be explained; 2: One that is puzzling, ambiguous, or inexplicable. 3: A dark, obscure, or inexplicable saying; a riddle; a statement, the hidden meaning of which is to be discovered or guessed.
