A Sense of Belonging

A homecoming... (Free Verse)

A Sense of Belonging

Interlaced branches shred the sunlight,
fallow arms reaching upward,
winter has come.

Intricate weavings cling high above
exposed and barren.
The wind picks up a feather
and I watch it sail.
Remnants of birth... remnants of life...
deserted nests.

A darkness on the brittle field,
once a passageway to safety
now a bedroom door
for whatever sleeps below.

The wind rattles dry leaves,
a rustling song about home.
  This is the planet of my birth
  this is my home, my earth.

The seasons have changed;
the nurturing breast of nature
has withered, awaiting renewal.
Yet, I feel her holding me,
  I feel I belong; I feel...
                                ...home.


Notes
Prompt: "The earth is what we all have in common." - Wendell Berry
27 lines
107 words

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Ken