"The Treeline Disappeared"

 

"The Treeline Disappeared"

Greg Budig 2021

Midnight I heard the 

windows creak as the north 

wind rushed the house. 

Roaring against the 

old wood siding, it 

curled around to

the snowbound 

frosted back door. 

Snow had been piling 

up all day since the sky

 turned dark around noon. 

Filling up the yards and 

ditches, leaving the 

horizon blurred 

as the treeline 

disappeared. 

Everything has 

become white. 

The roads, the sky, 

even the air itself has 

turned hazy in the 

embrace of the 

wind and the thick 

drifting snow. 

Staring out the 

window is about 

all there is to do. 

Encased inside your 

snowbound house, safe 

from the blizzard swarm, 

you sit and watch the 

world close down. 

The End