Coming Home ... A Thanksgiving Poem With Music

Please play the music video while reading the poem that follows...

Coming Home

My sweet, mournful Loon...

In the ripening Autumn gold

You lift me from the shying, the fearful,

Lone castaways on the shore.

With cadent wings we climb the crisp, beloved silence.

Below, rippling cradles glitter through the dusk.

We are yearlings in that saffron mist...

Migrations of the muse,

Reflections of a longing heart.

I am, once more, a child.

Returning of the fall

I embrace our winged sojourn

Through words aloft in pilgrimage...

In this, my coming home.

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