By The Bayou

home is where the pines sway to the rhythm of the wind.
where warmth is felt near the crackling of logs on a bitter cold winter night.

home is where the glow of flames carries the sound of voices closer to the break of dawn.
where time ceases to exist.

home is where my heart feels comfort.
where peace is found in the solitude of the wilderness.

home is in a place i’m not,
yet anywhere i want it to be.

February 9, 2022

Annie Louise Wilkins

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