as i stand in front of a blank canvas
brush in hand, palette on the other
crepe myrtles in bloom outside my window
my mind turns inward, dreaming of
a gentle, rainy day, glistening lilacs in blossom
along the bricked lane leading to home
my Queen Anne, brilliant in various shades
of peach, burgundy, and dark green trims
the turret proudly upward, announcing
welcome from round windows i love
my travels are ending, at least for a time
graffiti seen on the wall in Brussels
shouted to me Go Home! in big letters
taken as a personal sign to me, listen
my heart told me, listening i am
after finding a shiny penny in the park
a sure sign of a loved one, passed over
sending me a message, listen, listen
like lyrical music filling my soul
a letter received only yesterday
left me mournful, anxious to leave
the joys and treasures of traveling,
forever yours it was signed, told me
unhappiness lay ahead, answers needed
could not be found here, time to depart
and now i am here.
