Town

Homeward bound
in the snowy hillsides,
I spot an unlit town sleeping
beneath sheets of white
and sheets of sadness.

The ice is a hindrance,
and the town seems further
than I thought it was once. 

And I head to the crest of a 

snowy dune because
I hear something crying
on the other side. 

But there doesn't seem to
be a single thing in the air 
tonight. 

Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'I hear something crying
on the other side.'

very simple layers build a lovely structure here. i loved the line about the ice and the painting you drew here for me so i could see the town in my minds eye. fantastic.