Dazzle

Home is bittersweet

A beacon on the horizon

A hunter's snare

A place where things unravel

And are built again 

We rest our tired eyes

Try to slumber

Best of all dream 

If we cast our mind forward

We can see light 

A new realm 

Dazzling as ice 

Tomorrow we will go there

Watch the clouds move

Outside our window

The birds scavenge for

Winter berries

The crisp sound of

Breaking twigs

The gentle hum of car wheels turning

Church bells ringing 

Life moving on 

Perhaps 

Perhaps

We can be a part of it.