A Homeward Song

 

You sang me a song of winter gardens

in the long ago. You sang me a song 

of small creatures in their dens

hiding beneath the snow.

You sang me a necklace of thornberries

as December winds blew cold.

The lighted windows of our home

pierced the darkness, shining gold.

I am older now, with empty pockets,

my heart touched by winter frost.

I sing you back a homeward song,

so you won't be forever lost.

for Shay's Word List. I am travelling today (again!) so will return visits as I am able.