I come from a place

I come from a place

where sunlight wakes slowly

across the face of snowdrops

and morning dew clings gently

to grasses below.

I come from a place

where grassy hills laugh and roll together joyously

and the sweet smoke

of a warm-bellied fire

leads me home in winters rain.

I come from a place

where cool grassy streams sing a song

of raindrops reunited

and ducks who have names

spend their days grazing.

I come from a place

where cream calla lillies

of single petal bloom

uncurl tenderly unto the sun.

I come from a place

where stardust hangs suspended over night sky

and mountains stand quietly,

listening and holding all that moves.

I come from a place

where the river hums soft lullabies

to mama moon and me,

so we might rest gently, upon her clay shoulders.

I come from a place

not far away,

and not too close either.