The air is frigid, and blows harshly against my bare skin,

But I am used to this unloving chill that Pomfret winters create.

Walking, the trees sway and sing to me, but it is not a welcoming song.

 

Can I feel at home here?

 

The strong winds shake the icy branches, and cut through my clothing,

This old jacket passed on to me, the one my sister never wore.

The breeze circles me, threatening the only living thing in this forbidden place.

 

Am I really all alone?

 

In these vast woods I lose my place in the world,

And these now open spaces around me are too big to comprehend.

It is colder here, and is too harsh for my body to take.

 

I do not belong.

 

Why must the days waste away into such cold January nights?

Freezing the air once again is threatening to send me backwards,

Back to where I was before this journey of discovery began.

 

This is no place to call a home.

 

All the tall trees have formed long shadows,

And the sky turned into a dark blue hue when I wasn’t looking.

All the bright stars appear once again, finally freed by the black clouds.

 

But their cold eyes too send me away.