elysemarie's blog

winter wanderings

These coldest longest days as the year draws to its close

the ghosts of christmases past and present wend through my troubled mind

calling calling, come home, come home, there is a savior…

is home the place of your heart, your youth, your blood, or your art?

a fireplace glows in the back of mind, snow piles high on those half buried windows

the stillness of daybreak in the little valley, the crunch of snow

and I wonder is it merely a fairytale or a story true

that someone was born and died for you?

I listen with my heart, but my mind is rootless and wanders

through memories and across barren snowy fields

trying to find a home like the snowflakes on the breeze, waiting to land below.

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This entry was published on December 31, 2010 at 4:57 am. It’s filed under inspiration, littlewingsdesigns, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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