I remember
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.
I remember
the muted sound of footprints approaching
and the sound of laughter filling the house
I remember
walking inside hearing my name shouted loud
and being greeted with bright eyes, rosy
cheeks and smiles that let you know your loved.
I remember
the soft cotton called snow gently blanketing
the world
I remember the place I love to call home.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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