The Crossroads

Silent warnings echo from all directions Ink smudged skies tell a tale of woe Stained tracks mark well the path I have traveled No moon lights the way at the crossroads Shadows conceal the flawless pavement Smooth and even, it beckons me forward Sights and sounds both familiar and foreboding, No blanket comforts me at the crossroads Trees give way to a graveled lane Fresh cut limbs reveal a path untraveled Lingering promises of danger and adventure No rail prevents a fall at the crossroads Glints of light line a street of brick Hints of spring bud in jagged cracks Harmonic dissonance colors a gentle summer shower No shield stops the raindrops at the crossroads Silent warnings fade into curious whispers Amber tones spill hope into woeful darkness A rising sun lends its warm light to the paths ahead No excuses – life moves forward at the crossroads