A Winter's Walk

Thoughts on a cold wintery November day.

Softly

My feet move

In the freshly fallen snow.

Travelling in

A direction

I don't know.

But hope

It's some place

I can call

Home.

Where my heart is

An object of desire

Not shame or guilt

Like now.

Able to share

My love

Without hoarding it

Like gold.

Building up

A place of growth

Instead of

Tearing everything down.

As I find myself

Standing

Before my apartment door

Turning the keys

To open it.

Reviews

[willweb]

Home is where the heart is. Kind of sad and lonely Therisa, but I liked it.

[therisa]

Thank you, Willweb. There are some days, which this poem describes, how I'm feeling about life.