'Tis the Season

As the warmth is diminished

from the tranquil autumn air,

wind begins to steal leaves from their homes

and pull us into our own.

My home is built on sand foundations

and I try to stand up-right as the blizzard shakes the floors.

I sift around in the dark reaching for support

when, suddenly, I am pulled from the sand.

The home that I’m pulled into

Isn’t warm enough for the both of us,

but it will at least lend me a coat.

And though it knows no warmth like that of fire---

It melts my heart anyways.

My home will lend me two arms;

stronger than any wall I've built up.

I will never be exposed to the cold

so long as I have it’s protection.

My home will provide me with love---

the kind so easy to requite.

Where I never have to ask if I am enough

because I know I always will be.

My home is built on stone foundations

and I stand up-right as the blizzard rages on.

Only this time I have a winter coat

and this time---

I am truly home.

-m.k.