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The pears on the kitchen counter
are probably ripe by now,
and the basil in the raised bed
ready to be ground into another batch of pesto.
Perhaps the coneflowers and gayfeather have bloomed,
and certainly the morning glory vines
have locked the back gate.
But when I return, the afternoon sun will glow
through the west windows
as it always does.
This week, I've been thinking about what changes and what remains, about loss and redemption, about worldly goods vs. the riches of family and friends, about the ultimate meaning of home.
Diane has the Poetry Friday roundup this week at Random Noodling. There is one more hosting slot available on the July-December 2016 calendar. Is December 16 calling your name? Claim the date here.