By: Harmony Lange
Going home
Going home
Going home
I’m going HOME
Where the drizzling rain is accompanied
By the grey and the chill
As it ought
And the trees stand tall
With rough, damp bark
And falling needles
And the earth is dark and rich
And the land dips and rolls
And folds back on itself
And the skies are filled
With towering castles of clouds
Pushed by cold winds
And my hair whips about my face
And clings wetly to my skin
And tangles fretfully
As it ought
And I shiver outside
As I look up
At the dark, dark sky
Filled with stars and stars and stars
As I ought
Harmony Lange is a professional harpist and amateur poet, a lover of books, and a chronic seeker of happiness. A native of California, she graduated from Westmont College with a bachelor’s degree in Political Science and French, and the hope and determination to find her place in this crazy world. She’s currently pursuing the search in Southwestern Florida, but hopes to move soon to Minnesota. Find more info or contact her at www.harmonylange.com
