We Sail Away

Mother is winter,

Her bitterness teaching.

Warm transpires and

Marks our friendship.

She loves us now,

Soon she'll be glacial.

And in between,

Lie some choices. 

Set sail.

Set sail and 

Never look back.

Like the flying leaf 

Of autumn, Fly. 

But I can't help but,

Ask,

Will I yearn for those branches

that held me close. 

Will I yearn for her enormous 

presence atop?

It doesn't matter

What I think, however.

I'll be dust and muck

Without my mother.