"Crossroads"

Sitting in the comfort of my car's warm embrace,
Wanting not to meet Winter's bitter handshake
And Rain's uninviting visage.
Beyond the balance of my stairwell
Lies a sea of exponential ecstasy;
The place where fatigue meets relief
And for one moment the World is but

A mere afterthought.
Dare I wrestle with the cunning and muscular strength
Of Mother Nature's bleak persona?
What lies ahead
Is the personification of a perfectly watered cloud,
An embrace to make envy
The omnipotent one's loving-kindness.
That is to say,
I love my bed.

[KLJ12122012]