Captured by the Cold

Cold Winter 

Has shut me inside.

Locked me away

Closed me into four walls.

Restless, uneasy, weary of four walls.

My eyes are tired of paint and windows

My ears filled to capacity

With house sounds,

Wheezing furnace, gurgling pipes.

My spirit paces like a caged wild thing.

Yearnin' for the hollers and hills of home. 

I long for the sight of ol' red dirt roads, 

'Baccer barns an' sooner dogs 

That rise up to watch as folks go by. 

My ear listens for that unmistakable mountain drawl, 

Hungry for kith and kin.