Rockhollow Series: Home

Title: Home
Sixteen of Thirty
Unique Words: One Hundred and Five

#NaPoWriMo19

Perennial season appears dormant in Spring
as if all were weeds never to flower,
yet hour by hour, day by day,
buds extend to displace renewed earth.

I sit, with glass of white, enjoying the lack of South-Easterly breeze
that cut a day earlier through the season of Easter
with final frost to test the rarities in Rockhollow's ground.

The Sun bleeds down through thick cloud,
birds create sound and chance the sky
as I write of how I've missed your bones,
ached to dig inside them and rest in your soul.

I appreciate the time I have spent elsewhere
but there's an affair with the here I've created,
a patient love that rests in lulls,
in growth, in abundance and in reduction.

I thank your seasons and the gift of rain,
the Sun that lures me out with single strain,
thank the worms for nourishment,
the earth for space, the quiet, the energy
within this place.