The snow falling as it is

The snow falling as it is

As a dream within a dream within a dream is

Leads me to where my home is

Not to where my house is

But to where my heart is

To where the the forest of my chaste chastened childhood is

To where the sage old oak of that forest is

To where the thickened and knotted and crooked branch of that sage old oak is

To where that branch I used to climb to to

think to

hope to

hide to

hate to

cry to

live to

die to

wonder and why and why and why to

as the snow falls

as a dream within a dream within a dream is

 

 

FOR MORE LIKE THIS >> CLICK CLICK

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: childhood memories, dreams, forests, home, House, memories, oak trees, poems, poetry, prose poetry, reflections, snow, trees, writing