The Lost Country

Fall 2014 • Vol. 3, No. 1

issn 2326-5310 (online)

The Road to My Home Is Closed

By Ted Onulak

This work was published in the Fall 2014 issue of The Lost Country. You may purchase a copy of this issue from us or, if you prefer, from Amazon.

What was once plain is now hidden from sight
A still white blanket has covered it all
The road to my home is closed for the night

The snow devils dance before the wind’s might
Swirling, they swallow the distant lights whole
What was once plain is now hidden from sight.

Not one hint of green, however so slight
The land that I tramped I barely recall;
The road to my home is closed for the night.

Breath fogs the window diffusing the light
Of that all-seeing eye so far and small
What was once plain is now hidden from sight.

The storm holds all in its terrible bite
No one’s expected to visit or call
The road to my home is closed for the night.

Thoughts past and future have all taken flight;
Whirl through the darkness and carelessly fall
What was so plain is now hidden from sight
The road to my home is closed for the night.