HOME AT LAST

HOME AT LAST.

Walking through the woods

At last on my way home

The winter wind is blowing

The sea is white with foam.

The fog at last is lifting

It's been hanging around for days

The earth is wet and musty

The horizon clearing through the haze.

Thoughts in my head are racing

Of warmth and tender care

Hot chocolate by the fireside

A warm bed and love to share.

Tendrils of my damp hair 

Blow cold across my face

I walk a little faster 

I need to be out of this place.

Soon the gate is visible

The vines silhouetted by the wall,

I really must be careful

Lest I trip and fall.

My heart is beating wildly

As the door is opened wide

Suddenly before me is the man

Who fills my heart with pride

The warmth of the room envelopes me

As he holds me in his arms

Once more I am captivated 

By his strong and manly charms.

I am glad this man is home at last

And will be travelling no more

The warmth of the home brings peace

And I gently close the door.

© Linda J. Vaughan

June 2008