Finding Home

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Are you out

in the forest

searching

for a path,

looking

high and low

among

the trees ?

Are you frightened

by the wild wind

howling through

the branches,

and the low moan

it makes

just before

a tall pine

crashes to

the forest floor?

Are you wondering

if you'll

lose your way

when darkness

falls?

Come home.

Come home.

I'll leave

a lighted candle

in the window,

to guide your way.

Watch for

its glow

and, by its radiance,

make your
slow way

home,

home

to yourself,

once again.

Midnight Storm

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Out in the midnight storm,

howling gusts lashing

the mighty pines.

Don't fall on me.

~~~

 Full-throated blast nipped with snow,

roaring down the silvered mountain;

Sounds of nature's fury everywhere.

Full moon.

~~~

A lull in the storm, so calm,

then blasts the north wind,

skies are indigo;

dead leaves skittering across the yard~

a groan from the mighty maple.

~~~

                                                              

Traveling Light

Stardreamer,
cosmic voyager,
I travel light.
On the blue sky
and the morning star
I set my sights.

I surf the day
for windsong
and navigate
the sky.
All I need
is what life
gave me
to get me by.

In my kit bag
there are
midnight moons
and morning songs.
Where a thousand
sunlit seas
are, there
I belong.

There are
beaches
to infinity,
and far beyond.
In my world
is peace
and silence,
or my heart
absconds.

There is dreaming
and
there's what we do
to get us by.
So all I need
is a steady heart
and a clear sky.

I'm living
days of trial,
days of sorrow,
and days of ease.
Like the tall 
dancing trees,
I am shedding leaves.
My soul is past
its autumn.
The cold is near.
And everything
that ever was
has never been
more dear.

I'm a solitary vagabond
who never
leaves home,
on a journey
of the heart
I thought
I'd put into
a poem.

I set my course by
the Milky Way,
sprinkled with
cosmic dust.
In the beauty of
the universe
I place my trust.

I soar the days
with eagles
and at day's end,
there's a counting up
of blessings,
of grace,
of friends.

I'm in a little
acorn boat
and bobbing
on the wave.
In this life
I gave a lot.
I received
more than
I gave.