Going Home

Summer is a time of reflection
and as a bird flies
I travel north
Through cloud filled skies.

Cool, clean air fills my lungs,
Expectations mount.
Robins searching for food
deer too numerous to count.

Wildflowers blooming everywhere,
Fields of sweet corn sweeping by,
A rainbow circles in the mist,
An eagle's nest reaches for the sky.

They gather, as a bird gathers her little ones
Chatter fills the air,
Favorite foods are shared,
All ever alert for a hungry bear.

So many unacquainted faces,
All the children are now grown,
Another year gone by and with
The wind I'm going home.