The whoosh of the winter wind
Sends a creak through the trees
And the bow of the gnarled limbs
Sends a shiver through me.
And the crunch of the white velvet snow
Echoes about the lonesome woods
As I whisper a prayer for the safety of home
And the comfort of all I find good.
In response comes the hoot of the wisest fowl
As a beacon to shew the path
And I silently thank the kindly owl
For correcting my foolish gaffe.
Now I hear the guffaw of my kin
And I know that I am here
Yet I pause to stare within
At all those that I call dear.
For even though I'm no longer lost
I savor this moment to know
That even through the journey's cost
I may always return to my home.
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Gabriel Dentler
I have 4 loves. I love my God. I love words. I love mystery. I love suspense.
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