Corn stalks flash gold in the evening light,
Silos soar in the darkening sky.
Winter trees line the edge of the earth,
Waiting for the rush of sap from their roots
to the tips touching the sky.
Sepia colors of late winter slowly fade to hues of green
as spring walks down the road.
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The snow is melting fast – leaving a mist in the air. We walk with eyes wide open – looking for the unknown.
Last autumn’s seeds hang brightly in the fog, waiting for the right time – time to fall and to begin again.
Two days on the road
13 hours become 20 or more
Ice and wind – too cold for salt to work
Friends behind, support and guide
New friends not yet found
Respite from the world,
Family welcomes all,
Hope, future home.