JolieH

Morning light peeks through my window,
I roll over; run my hand over the cool sheets,
slide my feet between the warmed bedding.
The trees outside make shapes against the sky,
an Indian on a horse against rock spotted mountains.

A fan in the window circulates cool air,
the house is quiet calm still sleeping
with the rest of the family and pets.
A light breeze rustles the tree. It sways.
I blink my eyes, look for the Indian shape.

We’ll be moving to Indiana soon,
It’s fall, must be getting cold there.
I look foreword to a new window view,
Yet, I’ll miss the Indian that stands against the mountains.
I’ll miss the California and its climate.

I left this house once as a young woman, married,
then came back, divorced, after mother died.
I like this bed. It’s safe, always here, home.
When the house sells, there’s no returning.
Someone new will see from this window.
I wonder if they’ll notice the Indian in the trees.

Jims Inn

hi jolie ... this is such a warm ... comfortable and nostalgic poem ... just like your bed and house which you've described so wonderfully ...

its always very sad when one has to leave all those things behind and leave only with the memories ... no i doubt the next person who uses your room will ever see the indian ...

luv ya!

Moonchild

Nostalgic and lovely Jolie.
I like your visual images too.
This is really an excellent poem!
I enjoyed the read, thanks

PaintedDiary

Dear Jolie,

This was lovely. I felt warm, cozy, and could almost see the Indian from the vivid images. A comfortable painting to take with you once again. It is sad to leave those memories I am sure. Will you see the leaves change colors? Time to start anew once again, another chapter begins....and those memories will forever be etched. I really enjoyed this write very much. Take Care.

Kim

Mysty

Some say that when one leaves home they can never return. It is always good to find home in your heart that way you never really leave. This is sad poem JolieH.... as not everyone likes leaving home. But you wrote it beautifully. Thank You for a nostalgic read.


*Hugs*

Mysty

JolieH

Thank you all so much for your thoughtful responses. They're such a treat - like getting greeting cards without a holiday.