A New Home

This morning I ran to my new home.
I caught the smile of a friend.
He was laughing and full of joy.

I am not familiar with this place.
I used to live hours from here.
I am far from you again.
Have I left our love behind?

Although I remember amber maples,
they are a beauty lost to time.
Outside my window is a cherry tree.
I look forward to its glorious petals.
Spring will renew its branches.

I don’t need to run any more.
I am at peace and look forward to resting.

I hope that it will all be ok.

W. Wayne B.

Follow me on Twitter: @williamwayneb

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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