Somewhere

The Mountains

The smoke trickles into the air from the chimney

Inside the cabin is the smell of meat roasting and being marinated

The smell is the only comforting thing as I wait to eat

I dig my hands in my pocket

My fingers are freezing

I curl my knuckles

A cold winter and my hands are frozen

My eyes are weary

For a long time, they were open

There are piles of books

Each waiting be open

There are pictures of worlds

Of emotions left unspoken

There is a formula for the writer

A certain system to be achieved

We must display the characters

As neither good or bad

Just psychological

Significant humans

A location

A scene focused on its nature

The sunlight pouring through its trees

The drowsy morning of a mid summer

The cold walk during the middle of the night in December

Christmas lights adorning the trees

A girl walks with her arms wrapped around her chest

Wishing it was easier

Wishing he was here

There are things fantastical to be written about

Yet there are also those normal, everyday moments

There is a mastery of language that is needed

A mastery of languages

A mastery of diction

A mastery of lyric

Yet all the same

A clear voice

So that anyone could read it

Original but not too original

Enough to set itself unique from the crowd

Not enough that it flops in reception entirely

So much work to be done

My head reels

I am ignoring my emotions

Amidst this lonely absence

Of someone's loving arms

I wonder how long it will last

Even I know that we can't depend our lives on another

Still, I long for my wounds to be healed

By someone else

I find it to be so completely lovely

How long will winter last I wonder?

The eerie white snow is falling off the mountains that hum

Where the Indians once saw spirits of animals

The bear, the eagle, the fox, the Buffalo...

Each animal was given thanks to for the meal and was respected for its spirit

As day fades to night, the sunset makes the last peak over the horizon before settling inside the valley

The darkness sings from far beyond

An owl hoots a warning

"Get home. The predators are out."