I see it
in the distance
the warm glow of home
As the dampness
in the air sinks down
beneath my clothes
As the coldness
tries to reach my soul
Beneath my skin
touch my very bones
Now the mist hangs upon the air
I can see my breath floating
frozen in the stillness everywhere
Beneath my feet where
heavy boots crunch the fallen
autumn leaves
Up ahead
where a lantern shimmers
through the raindrops
clinging to the glass
Calling beckoning
guiding me to
Warm flames
flickering in the soft embers
of a place that's safe
Where the cold cannot
reach my soul
Where family is near
everyone that is dear
And the troubles
of the world are
a distant echo
Where you're
in my arms
and there's nothing
but hearth and home
Outside the wind howls
and the snow blows,
but all I feel now is the warm
glow of love and home.
"The Warm Glow of Home"
By Michael Traveler, author/poet
Artist Jack Sorenson