Motorway service station
destination... unknown location
snowy ground along the southbound
sounds playing loud on the stereo
watching life slide by through a hot chocolate high
over the lights of our dashboard paradise
Northbound road we watch as snow grows along embankments
like flowers, white, speckled with pollution
smoke making its intrusion
windswept the cold crept into our bones
through the windscreen's distorted tones
A slow crawl, besides fields - crisp linen sheets
alongside icy waterways, silent hidden streets
fog covers our view,
hazily obscuring the world we knew
offering a postage stamp look at what lies ahead
on this northern stretch of tarmac and dread
In the warmth, comfort and calm
by fire side, away from the storm
as the snow melts near open flames
evaporating into tears of rain
keeping warm our breath - mist meeting the air
blissfully unaware of the terrors out there
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle.
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