home again ...

my mind still trapped in smoky mountain time. my sleep patterns obeying the rules of another time and place. home from the unfolding mountains, disappearing into the haze of distance,the forest clothed in a burning fire of autumn colour. home from the cabin which smelled of the fresh sawn logs from which it was built. home from the night skies of a million stars and the gentle sounds of the night woods. home from the place where i stood and cried at the wonder, the unconscious beauty of our natural world. home from the sunshine, the clear skies, the heat, the soft southern drawl. so much beauty to discover and yet ... how wonderful to be home. home with words to write and thoughts to share...