The darker days edge closer,
earlier each evening the shadows chase
all home to the hearth.
Yet here I am.
Cold and wandering,
home against my back.
Uncertain in both direction and thought
Chilled to the bone I trudge.

Only one can warm my chills.

I am not afraid of the shadows.
I am certain in one.
In the stillness they roar.

On my return I bypass the bypass,
biding my time,
Not quite ready to return to
Reality?