Coming Home
Coming Home and the season has turned—
Coming home is the sunshine of daffodils flooding the walls
just when you think “It’ll never happen”—
Coming home from far away
is having my hair curl in the nurturing spring almost-rain-dew—
Coming Home and the season has turned—
Coming home is the sunshine of daffodils flooding the walls
just when you think “It’ll never happen”—
Coming home from far away
is having my hair curl in the nurturing spring almost-rain-dew—