Heading Home

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Cold
Snow
Wet Road
Slippery
Icy and Bitter
Push on through, I'm no quitter
The wind herds the snow in vibrant patterns through the night
Skittering, scampering, rippling back and around, side to side in furious flight
Soft, warm glow shrouded and hidden bravely struggles against the blur,
...melting a hearthy sphere through muted cotton high above the
...darkened street
Our neighborhood sits like a small village in some old fashioned movie,
...shot in black and white by an idealistic director in classic Hollywood style,
...with saintly hero and sinister villain clashing mightily
The sad story builds towards the climactic scene where good conquers
...evil gently, leaving a warm, fuzzy feeling that covers me from head to feet
Silence lies deep over the resting houses as if in quiet anticipation
Each one relaxed but tensed with barely subdued action
Still as death yet surely alive
Slowly I arrive
Finally
Welcome
I'm
Home
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written Jan-May 2007 by Jeff Couch