My Home In the Glenn

My Home in The Glenn Passing the glen walking a curving path Following the red bird, skipping on strath Trees bend with the winds beaconing Their invitations to come into the forest Tall and thick with shadows moving With ghost lingering, along the road An overgrown trail of brush and weeds Little tiny flowers from meandering seeds Stones and thickets where the doe sleeps Their fawn suckles until winters birth The rabbit and the kids nibbling Eating forest tarots and sweet leaves She wanders home despite any threats Her home rests peacefully in the trees The lights shine welcoming her home A time to dance and celebrate A home tucked privately within the small glen ©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved