Poetry Pleases: Homing
John Ayling's poem expresses the joy of arriving home as a winter darkness falls.
The darkness falls
The labour ended
Homeward I wend
I hear the grey owls
Muted calling
And the echo of
My pounding feet.
From the mountains blows
A bitter wind
Promising some snow.
I feel the cold
But in the distance
Glowing windows
Bid me welcome home
To warm embrace
A coal fire burning
The table laid.
Shelter from all ills
The peace of heaven.
