ONE WINDOW

The river is freezing.
The trees stand in the snow
Like unburied skeletons.
The road is icy.
I need a reason to follow it.

In the distance,
The headlights of a car,
Bright yellow, like fireflies.

Someone still hopes and believes,
Or has given up entirely.
Bravery grows from states like these.

I am not brave.

I think of the doors to my house.
They are closed,
But they could open.

I watch the snow, undecided.
It could snow for days.
It usually does.