I am home, just two days away from you, but I’ve travelled across harvest-stubbled fields that still smoke and smoulder in wisps, across creeks clearer than glass, across hills that winter will cover with snow like bosomy rounds, through tunnels where the secrets of water are kept from wavering eyes, passed cows and goats that hint of cheese, and beyond the sound of your sleep that rattles like pebbles on the beach as you breathe.
september sun glares
home is where your heart remains
autumn comes just once
Poetic Form: A Haibun
This poem is part of series dedicated to an ill family member.
Poetic Asides Prompt # 191: Memories