BrokenEchoes

  A mountain, tall and strong Rises up between where I am now And where I need to be That is OK. I have climbed mountains before I’ll climb this one too I won’t be stopped I will get there from here I’ve come too far,  Crossed too many rivers, Survived too many battles, Endured too many miles To fail here I yearn to reach my destination For this long terrible journey to be complete I hope I don’t have to wait much longer.  

A chill frost crusts the morning grass And forms an impenetrable shell on my windshield I dread the cold and the wet and  the burning pain in my hands I could scrape the glass clean and have it done Or let the defroster work and have another cup of coffee I drink a second cup of the bitter brew  in the shadow of the foothills I drag the week’s trash down the treacherous drive To the curb, for pickup As the sun crests the mountain, It sets fire to the frozen particles  Clinging to the trash can A million dazzling glints on the black And I welcome the sparkling flame of morning.