Reflections on 2024 (Pt. 3 of 3): A Poem

Running on snow covered hills

Past the woods and fields blanketed

White. I breathe an air that kills

And feel peace-at-last, and contented,

My heart with joy and nostalgia fills.

In this place, finally, my angst and sorrow and grief – placated.

-The Poet of Windy Blue