What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 - Page 32

Alone In the Cold

by Morgan Henson

"What lies behind you and what lies in front of you pales in comparison to what lies inside of you."

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Cold wind chills the

Last few rays of Autumn sun.

Bare branches crackle and

Pop in the bitter Klondike cold.

The air feels thin,

The world, broad

from on top of this

frostbitten hill.

Seven months have I

Worked in this forgotten land

Pursuing that soft, yellow dust

Men call gold.

My mother stopped calling.

My dog is my sole companion

Here in Winter.

There is no place like home.

I have a lot of time to

Think here on

My frozen hill.