Where I Return
by Despina Karvounis
wild peach blossoms visit once a year
in announcing the hope of spring
legends awake in baseballs fields
once covered with trees
kids laughter at parks rekindling
willful pride in freshly cut lawns
picket fences and slanted roofs
a welcoming smile . . .
there are no strangers here, all
have, blended in friendly greetings
The tree at the backyard has assumed
the pose of a philosopher
climbing ivy snuggles it tight
it dresses the branches remaining
faithful, when leaves in red and gold
adorn the ground bright
winter frost paints it all a dreamland
in ambiance of white stillness
at first it may seem just, and only a place
just like, any other place under the stars
But, I, anew, I, where . . . A place
a heart within me enchanted.
IMAGE: “Springtime on Long Island” by Dora Sofia Caputo. Prints…
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