Icy Roads Do Not Lead to Greener Pastures Anna Falk

Icy Roads Do Not Lead to Greener Pastures

like that one song I heard when snow fell and dazzled in the light of the street lamp, reminding me of happiness and of danger.

the words were muddled by my father, who droned on loudly in my ear - you know my hearing is fading and my car stereo will need fixing.

that song had a melody I couldn’t recognize, but it made my night, aiding the magic of precipitation and making me plead for peace.

like that one song I heard, once on a frozen and slippery evening, you faded into my life and then disappeared.

your tones soft and pleasing, accompanying the many joys of life, muffled by life’s noise and gone before I could find you.

if you find my Spotify, you’ll know of my fondness for you.