crispy leaves falling apart beneath my feet
smoke in the distance leaving a warm homey feel
the air rushing to me, cold enough that
any drowse i felt disappeared.
the muted sound of footprints approaching
and the sound of laughter filling the house
walking inside hearing my name shouted loud
and being greeted with bright eyes, rosy
cheeks and smiles that let you know your loved.
the soft cotton called snow gently blanketing
I remember the place I love to call home.