In Winter

Secrets are laid bare
Houses stand naked and exposed
The road seems long and stark
Nothing but pavement as far as the eye can see
The shadow of bare limbs hovering
Quivering naked and cold
in the early morning light
frost turns lawns and cars cloudy and white
It is only November
The months lay ahead of me
Like the road, long and straight
Pavement split from frozen water
The cracks spidering outward in all directions
But one direction is mine
The long road home