A Light in the Window
She held the sleepy child in her arms
The falling snow had ceased
Though tiny flakes
Continued to fall from the branches
The falling snow had ceased
Though tiny flakes
Continued to fall from the branches
Of the trees
Their trunks dark and ominous
In the last rays of sunlight
Brilliant on the western horizon
She thought if she could draw a line
From where she was
To the setting sun
She would know exactly
Where she was
It was then she heard
The song of the windchime
It was a sign
She was close to home
Because it was winter
There would be no buds
In the garden
All would be sleeping
Under a blanket of white
Everything transformed
Her heart lifted
Almost like the coming of Spring
In the last rays of sunlight
Brilliant on the western horizon
She thought if she could draw a line
From where she was
To the setting sun
She would know exactly
Where she was
It was then she heard
The song of the windchime
It was a sign
She was close to home
Because it was winter
There would be no buds
In the garden
All would be sleeping
Under a blanket of white
Everything transformed
Her heart lifted
Almost like the coming of Spring
She had lost her way
Now she was found
She knew it would be only minutes
Until she would be home
A light burned in the window
Now she was found
She knew it would be only minutes
Until she would be home
A light burned in the window
November 18, 2018
Wordle 377 cinch, fine, junk
Wordle 377 cinch, fine, junk
8 comments:
Something in the mood of this poem reminds me of Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening... the snow and coming home is a special feeling.
I can see her, feel the weight of the sleepy child, feel her relief at hearing the wind chime and finding her way home. Beautifully done, my friend.
Your poem filled my heart and reminded me when I would return home....it was the sounds, the smells, the views. The feeling of being wrapped in love as I got closer. Thank you for this amazing poem.
A lovely melodious poem - the kind of piece that should be read aloud. Beautifully sketched, with wonderful evocative 'wafts' throughout - much like the myriad of notes, perception and introspection strike upon.
What a comforting reassurance, what a relief, to find home after thinking oneself lost.
The light burning in the window... Oh thank God! That even beats a fatted calf. All the soft drifts of specific detail, This would make a nice painting if you have the spare time 😉
Welcoming.
Well written.
ZQ
That light in the window... what a warm glow it creates!
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