Returning

As much as I would like to post more seasonal poems, I've run a little dry for the time being. So, instead of giving you a poem about falling leaves and rain and tea and other autumnal whatnot, I figured the next best thing is a poem that feels as if it should be read while sipping tea to the falling of rain and leaves. Here's a quiet, cozy little poem about companionship and marriage.


Returning

Walk with me now; I know not where to go,
but I can find solace in you,
and then, perhaps, though the journey is slow,
we’ll make our way there, sure and true,
back to the home that I used to know,
and through us it will be made new.