The Green State (home)

The grizzly bark trees
drop their rusted leaves
and the quilt mountains—
amongst snow and ice,
beside frozen lakes—
groan with content
under the gaze of clouds
with the sun barely peeping.

The smoking chimneys
reside in cozy brick homes
with icicles that curve inward
toward stained glass windows
housing dedicated families
surrounded by the conifers
covered in assorted mosses.

The smell of pollution
is left long behind in the south;
the breath of freshness
from these bare fir trees
sends me into a lost dream
where it is greener than green,
where it is I am meant to be.