I’ve just returned from a month long sojourn. Four weeks of wonderful. But, there is nothing like coming back home is there?!
So this week, I offer you a poem I wrote about how I feel when I’m away. Let me now if you agree or not!
What I Miss When I’m Away
Do you think the plants will be all right?
Will the squirrels get at the fruit?
I hope it rains a little each day
May the lilac not bear offshoots.
I heard the weather back home is balmy
The roses must love it so
No doubt the weeds are frolicking
And the tomatoes beginning to grow.
Read a storm hit the east coast
I had left a few windows open
Maybe no harm was done after all
Nothing felled or broken.
I wonder if the blue bird’s nest is now empty
Have the phlox begun to bloom?
Did the cicadas begin their noon chorus?
Will moths seek Brugamansia’s perfume?
Forgot to pinch back the asters
They’ll get leggy very soon
It’s too late to stake the lilies
They’ll flop like deflated balloons.
I’m headed back right now
It has been fun to travel and roam
My mind took in the new sights
My heart never left home.
Note: My recent travels included a visit with the children at Mukta Jeevan. You can read about it here.
Here are a few photos from my trip(s):
From Provence, France:
(c) 2016 Shobha Vanchiswar