Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
Let the waving world of leaves
Chatter away at the ends of trees
Let moons turn gold, let come what please...
First day of the month I drag
My body down the station stairs
Sunny but chilly’s the verdict...
