Midwinter ain’t the same
as it was last year.
The cold came later,
but the Sun stayed on.
Contemplated
all kinds of changes,
but there’s only a few
important ones.
Asked myself,
why do I keep on climbing higher?
Used to get high,
until I found the valley low.
I keep telling myself
the air is cleaner up here,
and I feel
the mountains in my bones.
Nothing’s much the same
as it was
when we were young.
That’s a shame,
but we can’t turn back time.
Something still remains
of that feeling
we had then,
and we’re gonna do our best
to keep it alive.
The city chokes me out,
the dirt roads call me home,
and that horizon line
is peaked all white with snow.
Took a long time
for me to figure out
which way to go,
and I’d be lying
if I said there weren’t days
I still don’t know.
It’s not about who we were,
and hasn’t been, now
for a while,
and every day
less about who we are.
I feel some comfort
from that January cold,
and those Rockies
I still call home
are not that far.
HG – 2021
