Three Horsemen*

The wind blows up the road

Exploding into

A lonesome cold

Gray blanket pulled tight against the sky

Flat light

Inspiring

memories of consecration

And desolation

In pursuit

Of fullness

Or emptiness.

The glow within

Is an ember glow

When was it a flame?

Will it be again?

Three horsemen riding in the distance

Diverging against the horizon

Three tracks

Easily followed

One man chasing

 ephemery

 Old Frosty had it easy

 It is time now to take the right road

Or is it left?