~*~
' A painting come to life '
appeared ahead
while trying to lose myself
driving along this country road.
It began to snow
a quietness
fell over all
a blanket of purity.
Relishing in the beauty
I'd missed for long now
I find myself
driving toward what
was once my home.
The snow
fell early this year
the trees still covered
with Autumns colors
bright oranges, yellows
leaves in many stages.
Up ahead of me
a fork in the road
reminding me
why I wanted to go home.
I wanted to clear my mind
of all my problems
I needed
some new found strength.
Suddenly...
a deer darts before me
as I approach the fork
could I stop to avoid it
road was slippery?
That was the last thing
I remembered!
All went dark
not a sound.
What had happened,
was I still alive?
I felt extremely cold
unable to move
my face wet
from blood.
Darkness surrounded me...
I saw my past....
I must be dead....
I wondered if anyone would care?
My love and I
had quarreled
over something stupid.
We were strolling
in the park
discussing wedding plans
unable to agree upon a date.
I wanted the summer
she wanted the Autumn.
She loved
the color of crimson most
like that of a leaf
that appears in the fall.
I awoke to sirens
people around me
how I survived
no-one knew.
Upon my chest
they found my hand
grasping gently
a crimson colored leaf!
As I recovered
at the hospital
I knew
all that mattered
was us together.
The next fall
at that same fork
we said our vows
before all.
What better place
to start life anew
than where life
had almost ended.
~*~
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