Another Mile to Run

The cold air entered my weaken lungs,

Quick and without hesitation,

Like a murderer and his bloodlust,

The warmth of my own breath,

Escaped into the murderous clutches of death,

But I knew it was not over,

Not even close,

As the green leaves of spring,

Decay into the fiery ones of fall,

I knew I had a long way to go,

Such a long way,

As the fires of nature’s Phoenix,

Fades into the resting branches of winter,

I knew it would require one final effort,

One final push,

As the snow melts to reveal the life among the dead,

And the beautiful green takes ahold once more,

I knew,

I knew I had another mile to run.