It's Still Life

Home Again

I am home.
Morning air is sharp and cold.
The grass is hard with frost,
and roofs shine white.

The trees are bare and stark
and standing noble and alone.
Nature’s human reflection.

I will take us to the forest today.
A walk with imagery and symbols
and allusions to mythology.

A walk, where she’ll run tension
from her muscles, and I will breathe
air fresh from trees, and I’ll find
my place amongst it all again.

My feet leave the comfort of bed,
touch the cold floor, and I know
I am home again. I am re-rooted.

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