Home is a place where no one can discover me.
When the wide array of fall leaves camouflage from what’s within.
When hard packs of soft snow
lays tight to the ground, illuminating the sun’s rays back at your eyes.
The flowers provide color to the once dull surroundings and
a sweet scent that fills the air.

You have to pursue
a winding road covered with fine grained gravel,
until you are in the midst of open area.
You sense like no one can catch you.
There’s nothing but clear skies to gaze up at.
You raise your arms high above your head
as if you were elastic and could extend past the scattered clouds.

You soon dismiss the daily struggles.
You are now in a familiar place
that you have learned to love.

It’s a quiet atmosphere away from everything else.
It’s what you make it, for you
are usually the only one
you are able to apprehend.
Sometimes you can hear the winds talking to you.


No one can take this away from you.
For home, is a place that you will always know.