Home Song

Quiet country lane
lined with brick dust, fluttering leaves
rocking on porch swing
head on your shoulder, warm embrace.
Breakfast blend steam rises
dissipates in Autumn mist
over the horizon Monet's Moon rises.

Inside pumpkin toast fills the air
While mulling spices simmer on the stove.
Leather bound books crammed
On dusty straining shelves.
Lilting laughter is heard from above
footsteps ascend creaky stairs
To attic, where treasures await.

Heirloom lace, woven baskets filled with acorns and gourds
Dust particles dance in sun rays
streaking through windows
Warming the stripped wooden floors

Lid of steamer trunk opened
Honey moths fly away
We dig through precious memories
then close the lid, ready now to begin this day.

Pile in 'Old Red' follow the brick dusted road
out to the country dairy
where cream silk dreams unfold.
Fields of sweet corn
Cornhusk green
Tales of tiny mustard seed

Weave in and out of mind
Like needle and thread
penetrate skin
stitching up wounds of yesteryear.

Nightfall, moon dancing
by bonfire's blazing light
warm earth under feet
Melted chocolate, marshmallows
Sticky sweet on tongue

Weary traveler from journey of day
Spirit whispers~
Time for bed. Our future,
Tomorrow~
Just moments away.