Reminiscence
Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home
Smoke borne on the wind
Transporting me to the hearth
Of my childhood home
Final autum leaves
Serenely drifting downward
Seasoning the earth
The outside world
Muffled by the gentle sound
Of the falling snow
The cold winter breeze
Whispers empty promises
Of the coming spring
Windows glazed with ice
Outside raw winter winds are
Howling summer’s dirge
Pin points of pure fire
Adrift in the firmament
Lit by the sunset
Hoarfrost on the grass
Morning fog clings to the ground
At the break of day