Go West

by joetwo

Go west.

Go to the edge of the world.

Look out over the sprawling vista of the gun-grey Atlantic,

Heaving in anticipation of the next storm.

The icy wind, travelling in from infinite wilds beyond

Carry the chill of a coming winter.

But there is nothing to fear.

For the heart is warmed by the thought of a hearth

Brimming with sunset red coals

Added to by the warm embrace of family and friends.