Walking Back

     Photo by Mary Bach

Snow steps carry me home,

not just the mile or two back to my house,

but all the way home

back to where Grandma waited

with warm hugs and hot chocolate,

back to the little, stone house

on the edge of town

surrounded by fields of corn,

back to my climbing tree

that reached across

the path toward the hen house,

back to my childhood.

This is for dVerse where Marina Sofia asked us to write about some aspect of the snowy weather.

Home

     Image from artbylindy.com

You are clever, practical;

straight walls and stout woodwork

blossom from your hands.

You set bright, shining tiles of desire

into a mosaic.

I see to the doors

and the shades.

Weaving words and light

with warm, cinnamon murmurs
I fashion the hearth.

Together we make our home.

 Posted for Real Toads

Challenge:  Words Count with Mama Zen, where she challenges us to write about home in 48 words or less.  Check it out.