the Road Ahead, the Road Behind

It is everything and nothing but the in-between.

A hard road meeting up with the horizon.

It is the yuletide.

The Amen.

A cathartic Sunday service.

It is the year of living with and, without, friends.

With one trail closing in on another.

It is the woody scent of a seasoned forest.

The manner in which the pine cones descend.

It is the constant hopes for ‘glad tidings.’

It is the year of living with and, without friends.

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