The moon is welcoming me home.
It is shining thru the bare branches of a Michigan maple tree.
I sit on our bed and watch.
To the north the Big Dipper sparkles in the clear midnight sky.
The beautiful moon is glowing.
I can see it reflected in the mirrors of the room about me.
Below my window I can see the lawn and the silver apple trees
In the orchard spread their welcoming branches to me.
I can see the farm spread in every direction,
Waiting for the oncoming spring,
Knowing they are about to bloom in splendor.
It is true. I am home!
The world is rejoicing with me by enfolding me in its beautiful light.
It is showing me my path, my way forward, and I am grateful.
It is so good to be home again.