As I Write This Letter

Tom Hennen

I cannot wait for you any longer.

 The warm breezes are gone.

The ripples in the water are frozen. 

The forest is falling behind the rest of the landscape.

 Snowflakes are messages sent

 Into the cold night to keep you company

 Until I arrive. 

The earth is a letter circling the post office.

 I am a foreign word scrawled on its surface.