Home Again


Look out the little loft window
at the old white house across the field.

Look at the wooded hills rising behind it.
September fields blaze with black-eyed-Susans

and golden rods as afternoon sun casts an amber hue,
turning the woodshed into an enchanted cottage.

The pear tree, standing alone, glows magical.
My memories are like that tree,

rooted in the rolling hills of this place.

2 thoughts on “Home Again

  1. Darlene Franklin-Campbell – Appalachia – I believe we are great spiritual beings on a journey through this physical realm and we each have gifts to share along the way. Writing is one of the ways in which I get to share my gifts. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share with you.
    nochipa on said:

    I would not doubt that. 🙂

    Thank you for saying so, too.


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