(Continued)

Mere moments pass.
The air, still cold, stands still.
The snow stops and watches.
My soul found the path to home.

Quickly I enter and shut the door behind me.
Warmth rushes to greet me,
I welcome it with a smile and open arms.
I can see once again.

The shiver in my spine dwindles,
And I do not hear the air’s torment.
No longer can I feel the harsh blades,
My mind can wander and relax.

There is nothing like the feeling of being home
The familiar sights and sounds.
This is always my favorite part of the day,
Except there is something missing!

The person that gives my mind balance,
And my soul the guidance to lead me.
The angel that has shown me light,
The angel that has shown me true beauty.

She is one of a kind.
Not even the warmth can compare.
I brush off the rest of nature’s paint,
And then I start to search.

(To Be Continued)