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Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'The Warm Glow of Home', by Michael Traveler



I see it

in the distance

the warm glow of home


As the dampness

in the air sinks down

beneath my clothes


As the coldness

tries to reach my soul


Beneath my skin

touch my very bones


Now the mist hangs upon the air

I can see my breath floating

frozen in the stillness everywhere


Beneath my feet where

heavy boots crunch the fallen

autumn leaves


Up ahead

where a lantern shimmers

through the raindrops

clinging to the glass


Calling beckoning

guiding me to


Warm flames

flickering in the soft embers

of a place that's safe


Where the cold cannot

reach my soul


Where family is near

everyone that is dear


And the troubles

of the world are

a distant echo


Where you're

in my arms

and there's nothing

but hearth and home


Outside the wind howls

and the snow blows,

but all I feel now is the warm

glow of love and home.


"The Warm Glow of Home"

By Michael Traveler, author/poet

Artist Jack Sorenson

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