Wind whips
the tips of trees
as the leaves
leap and swirl
dive and whirl
Scarlet corners brown and curl.
Grey sheets of rainĀ batter the door
as fire crackles, safe from storm–warm
blackened wood smells of home,
yet even so,
my heart would roam.

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Roads Go Ever On – J.R.R. Tolkien


Appropriate, I think, for theĀ last day of the school year. Mixed feelings. Blessings on the rest of your week!