Restless
Feeling so very restless
On this frigid winter�s eve,
These four walls close upon me
Which can make it hard to breathe.
I peer out through my window
Onto a perfect winter scene.
With newly fallen snow about,
It seems all so serene.
Though it�s twenty-some below out there,
It matters not to me,
I need to just get out of here,
So outside, I will flee.
Slipping on my warmest coat
As I hurry out into the snow,
I wrap a scarf around my neck
And button as I go.
I slow my pace at the lane,
These demons releasing their hold on me,
One more breath, released with a sigh
And I close my eyes, my mind now free.
The earth in perfect sleep, it seems,
Beneath this blanket cold and white.
A quiet, calming peace, it brings
To me, this frozen winter night.
I look beyond myself onto
The sparkling crystal snow.
Through silhouetted trees, I see
The moon beaming light to all below.
This bitter chill upon my face,
Begins to work its way with me,
The smell of from the fireplace in the air
Reminds me now of where I should be.
Though surrounded by ice and drifts of snow,
My cabin, which I, in haste had fled,
Begins to look more appealing now,
With it�s awaiting log fire and soon warm bed.
Douglas Fletcher
02/06/02
Douglas Fletcher
02/06/02
