Space

Expansive. Quiet. Shaped by lines.
I sit and listen to the birds-
Home is away- wind blowing in
love blowing out

Kids diving into the wood floors
smell of cedar with hint of old pine
I carry grains with me
and plant them in the sea of dirt

Pumpkin hiding in oven
Seeds boiling to top
The taste of Fall fills
and we fall.

Fall deeper into a slumber of Heaven
Fall deeper into a pile of laughs
Fall deeper into calm and peace

and into a wait, we long for.