Calling Me Home

The bells call to me from My home in Tuscany I will walk again across the bridge and over the hill to a hundred smaller hills Vineyards abound grapes ripe and falling to the ground The mornings are cool and the clouds lay low on the top of the hills. They cover all the Vines with heavenly droplets When the sun rises all you can see for miles are deep purple clusters shimmering as if they were the pot of gold at rainbows end The rich earth under foot comes alive with the essence of spiced Carmenere, mushrooms with a light scent of Ginger The soil is so soft and inviting like a beautiful women it beckons you to walk with her As your walking you notice the many colors of orange and golden hues that decorate the Landscape The old houses are much in the same with the exception of the doors. You may see burgundy to bright red, green and even purple to catch your eye and fill your heart with remembrance Bread, fresh bread you might smell wafting across you along with the aroma of freshly ground coffee so rich you can taste it when you inhale There is a special time of the season when the Sun flowers are in bloom. They can be seen as far as your eyes may travel and are breathtaking from any view We are definitely visitors in this most beautiful city in all the world. I can only stay a short while because the enchantment of it touches my soul This is a magical place and I feel that if I visit for to long it will disappear and be gone to me forever As A young women I found myself there It is the only place in all the world that I feel welcomed and truly loved It doesn't judge, it takes you in and you become a part of all of it. Some time very soon I will return once more I want to feel the Sun and see the cloud shadows fall over the hills in the late afternoon I want to try to find myself again and perhaps I will finish what life started for me so very long ago The bells call to me from My home in Tuscany...