Weekends once filled
spending time with a buddy
watching the various college and pro games
now will be silent times
communing with Nature.
Saturday's ache already
as the game nights fade
lost to my situation and growing isolation
even before heading to hills
to winter over.
Sunday morning coffee
the last few warm cups
are savored before I'm reduced to instant
and have to drink cold
those lonely cups.
Friday Bar Nights,
long ago abandoned by me
will be remembered during forced abstinence soon
as I seek only stars
for my company.
Dark roads ahead,
Dangers I cannot dream of
or have and still dare those trails
that will become my home
during snowy season.
These few things,
once taken for granted weekly,
I will miss out there, under skies
dark enough to allow stars
to be companions.
Wrapping it up,
shutting down my old lives
all of them, not just homeless days
to walk away with resolution
that things will
improve once
I'm alone,
and settled
into hole
like turtle
closing shell
to hibernate
until found
by Spring
and warmth.
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