Winter Solstice

[smokingboot]

Because I was weary on the road
that led beyond the frozen river
and the red painted reeds,
I sat and waited for the horizon's howls,
Let the fog seep through my bones
Let the ice crack in my boots.
And if you ask what made me laugh,
shake off the frost,
knock the snow from my hat
and walk, I have no answer.
Except that even the road knows
the sun is waiting at the end of it.