A few more miles

A few more miles and I will find myself
home, able to climb out of the storm
and light the fire.

The wind will blow.
The snow will still fall.
But it will no longer matter.

And so this journey, frightening and cold
will have ended. And I will rest,
before the next one.

About this poem

Another day, another road trip. I love the trips. But I love the interludes even more.

Another day, another challenge. I love the journey. But I love the quiet times, the times where I am at home with God and loved ones, even more.

The picture was taken yesterday, up near Burlington, VT.

Tom