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.