In Snow

Edging north in snow,
knee deep. I see
the ragged line of bare
trees on the horizon.
The sun melts before me,
turning the unbroken
sheet of white into pinks
over blue. The sky is quiet.
Even the blackbirds are still.
The woods seem to listen
to each step, the crunch,
the deep push of boot
into hardening snow.
I want love to be the reason
why I come, but it's not.
You'd laugh at that notion.
I bend in your direction
like the wind bends the empty
branches. I see the faint
smoke from your chimney,
white against a closing sky.
I'm out of breath, exhausted
with my thoughts ,but there
is still a long way to go.
I feel the cold getting in
where i'm warm, the warm
leaking out. I press on,
another step towards you.
It's not over.