Stoplight In Snow

Lines from a poem that cannot tell where it’s going

Deep red in a dark night Outwardly blinking Like the beating heart of winter Incessantly cautious

A beacon in the hazy white nothing Alarmingly radiant Compelling my heavy feet forward Seductively gleaming

The rolling snowbanks before me Captivatingly constructing Freezer burn within the cortex of my mind Imposingly present

I reach the light Deceptively modest And it turns a verdant green Blatantly begging

Through the threshold I traverse Completely uncertain As I trudge onwards, I am lost

Fading into the arms of frigidity Wholly baptized