Donna
Autorin
My wild heart sings for a distant land.
And hums as yearning takes me by the hand.
Leading to mountains, their staggering altitude.
Breathless, reaching peak, panorama rewards gratitude.
Fingertips graze a lush oasis.
Soul skips, heads towards a good prognosis.
Feet dip into crystal clear cold brooks.
I nestle nostalgic nooks.
The past and present embraces.
This here, wide sky and verdant valley's below
replaces what homesickness takes.
All these years chained to aches.
Now gulping familiar fragrance.
Meadow flowers, piney woods intermingle, rise to my height despite great distance.
Sun- bleached cliffs bounce rays off of one another.
There's always something new to discover.
I stay as long as I can before the spell is broken.
Each time home has spoken, Love floods my heart, bursting those cages fully open.
©Donna H.
July 22, 2022
And hums as yearning takes me by the hand.
Leading to mountains, their staggering altitude.
Breathless, reaching peak, panorama rewards gratitude.
Fingertips graze a lush oasis.
Soul skips, heads towards a good prognosis.
Feet dip into crystal clear cold brooks.
I nestle nostalgic nooks.
The past and present embraces.
This here, wide sky and verdant valley's below
replaces what homesickness takes.
All these years chained to aches.
Now gulping familiar fragrance.
Meadow flowers, piney woods intermingle, rise to my height despite great distance.
Sun- bleached cliffs bounce rays off of one another.
There's always something new to discover.
I stay as long as I can before the spell is broken.
Each time home has spoken, Love floods my heart, bursting those cages fully open.
©Donna H.
July 22, 2022