I’m alone now you know,

living life out of home.

Newer surroundings become

my resting place.

Prints and frames on the walls,

plants I am neglecting.

Quiet is my twilight with fresh

snow in my surround.

Where all my thoughts rewind,

daily, hourly, always on my mind.

Some talk of karma being near,

sounds will emanate in my mind.

Clear as a cold moon might set,

home will live another sunrise.