Home for the holidays

Flying north, homeward bound?

to the bright lights of the well-kept city

to snow-bound circles, pools of light in the darkness

shining from sturdy houses onto well-lit streets

where ice sparkles on windows and children

exhale frosty breath while

making snow angels

on white-carpeted lawns.


But my heart remains

where summer’s sun bakes the thirsty earth

on the opposing hemisphere

where barefoot children dance on dusty paths

and goats and cattle roam on the edge of pitted highways

here, where the African moon reclines on her back

for this is now

my home.

Written in response to SadjeWhat Do You See #59 photo prompt.

Image credit: Lolame @ Pixabay
(The image shows three Cranes flying in the evening sky. You can see a waning gibbous moon behind the birds)

54 thoughts on “Home for the holidays

  1. Lovely poem, Chris! Wonderful imagery in both verses. Quite a contrast in the two environments!
    I can be quite nostalgic about the snow angels and frosty breath of my youth, but I am happy quite happy living in South Florida where there are no icy windshields to scrape, no coats or mittens needed. 🙂 Have a great week!

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  2. What a beautiful way of portraying contrast…Loved this!
    Also loved the lines -“Where summer’s sun bakes the thirsty earth/Where barefoot children dance on dusty paths”…mesmerising lines. Wonderful. 🙂

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