journey

From flo222 via pixabay

soft light falls
peppering cheeks with
tiny flashes of cold and damp, swirling
in the gusty kiss of air
layered thick and
waiting
incandescent bulbs
like candles, glowing, or fireflies
adrift beneath
remembered summer stars, these
dance, hovering
here and now as the
cool mist extends those
gentle fingers along
the path
that leads me
home.