As I push back the curtains,
the shrubbery below the frosty window,
in it’s evergreen style –
with it’s small prickly green foliage,
home to bagworms during summer,
nestling pockets of snow now,
in the glimmering cold sunshine
of a mid January day in central Indiana,
home,
a place in my memory so relevant,
that I can feel the wintery blast
take my breath when I walk outside
past the shrubs lining the sidewalk.

Michellia D. Wilson 8/13/16