Miles in thought

Sometimes company enrages me,
Desperate for solitude,
I go miles, pushing myself,
Thinking about my own absent poems.

I recall those winter fairs,
Christmas roses, Radio carols,
I write of winter in my mind,
I go miles, smiling at the sun.

Forehead smeared with the sun,
Keeps me warm and young,
From those cold twenty minutes,
That I walk every winter morning.

As light falls tranquilly,
Air clings to me, to warm itself,
From my own withering warmth,
I go miles in thought.

~ by oelinimeg on November 17, 2006.