I walked out the door into the misty morning.
A gentle breeze swirled around me.
Mourning doves sang their plaintive songs.
A deer made its stately way across my path.
Autumn leaves crackled underfoot.
My Spirit whispered within me, “home”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a simple yet impactive poem, Lenawee.