Home

It came -
It went -
It will come again...

I enjoy
the solitude -
the music in the background...

the dog beside the window.

Food cooking -
Fresh smell of paint -
Hair in hat...

relaxed.

Even if the rain patters lightly,
the sun bakes the roof
or the snow covers the treetops...

Planted by my own hand -

It is mine -
Is is my own
It is my home.