sielwolf's Journal: Pennsylvannia Turnpike Holidays

Brown leaves become dappled gray
become scattered white
finally disappeared completely;
and it snows
and snows and snows.

Your black asphalt is
churned slush
over salt
kicked mist into the air
from passing semi-trailer
trucks
Slowed red brake lights.

This isn't traffic, this
is
a processional
Each car
trailing headlights
shoulder to the wind.

New home
welcomes me in
as every,
old or new,
is home
with arms
open.

I like how it comes to a point

[mekkab]

literally/typographically.

Re:I like how it comes to a point

[sielwolf]

Though it would have been more appropriate for a holiday with some kind of pine tree (hmmm). Maybe its an icicle... this is what happens when you are sitting in a car for 350 miles.