August 11, 2007

Returning Home

In the yard the leaves are turning,
spinning, golden colored honey
pages turning in my mind
leafing through time under
blankets of low-lying fog.

From the underbrush
a rabbit scurries
darting in front of the headlights
of the old car crackling gravel
returning me home

to soft candle light
familiar sounds
aroma of slow cooking
and quiet corners
of my mind
my body
my heart
and beyond.

Love resides in this corner,
in these leaves, in dense fog
moving through the rabbit's nose
over the sepia pages
the glinting candle fragrance,
pure and simple
turning, returning



margarida said...

parabéns pelo blog.

Meredith said...

Obrigado, Margarida.