Looking For Home

“Looking For Home” 

 Screen door closes with a bang!
It always does that, she laughs

 Honey Suckle sweet
Drifts by on a warm summer breeze
Smell that?
I can taste it!  He says

Empty porch swing
Moving in a rhythmic dance
To the song of whip-poor-will and chickadee

Echoes of children’s laughter
By the waters edge
Somewhere in the hazel wood

The silent black bones
Of winters hearth fires
Long since forgotten

I stand here now,
in this quiet morning mist
By this river of memory and belonging

Listening for ghosts.

Written by: Kedar S. Brown Sept. 2015

Inspired by a hike in the NW Highlands of Scotland