Northward

Legs freeze and numb, held still from south to north The touch of ants crawling upon my skin Should I go back or should I still go forth For, faraway's the place where I have been Up the wild trail, devious and swirling Thrilled soul dares to brave the bite of cold For silver moon there is made of sterling The gorgeous sunshine glows in shade of gold *To my fans, don't make wild judgmental guess of my poems' interpretations, even my other poems. It's only me who knows the true meaning of my poems. It's free to read them if you're interested, if not, you have the liberty not to. This site is for lovers of poetry, not for haters.* January 3, 2024, PST, SP-BC