FINDING THE DOOR

ENTERING IN

PRAIRIE LILY

STALWART

DESPITE THE WIND

WE CAN DRIVE IT HOME
WITH ONE HEADLIGHT

COMING ON

BRACING AGAINST THE BREEZE

A THISTLE WEARS ITS HEART ON ITS SLEEVE

KEEP A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW
SO I CAN ALWAYS FIND MY WAY HOME
HOME
is such a delicate word
defined in so many unspeakable ways
written on our hearts where no one can see
home IS where the heart is
home is with my man
home is the northern great plains: Saskatchewan
home is Idaho with my grape vines wrapped round me, tendrils tight, fruit bright
Some places draw me to them.
Some places I will forget.
Some places perch upon the throne of my heart
for now and evermore because when we are together, there’s no telling where the one begins and the other ends.  I’ve got prairie beneath my nails: I’m named for the lilies there.  My blood runs black as the soil in a wheat field.  I don’t ever leave, I just let the land play tug-of-war with my soul until I see the light in the window and return home.  Wandering.  I’m wandering.
KEEP A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW
SO I CAN ALWAYS FIND MY WAY HOME

Comments

  1. Oh <3, these are such gorgeous, gorgeous moments. 🙂

  2. kerin rose says

    Jillian, the pictures you paint with your poetry is beyond words….I feel exactly this way about my New Mexico…some places just hold our hearts….shape us….teach us our language….reflect our souls back to us in such powerful ways….

    you express it better than anyone!

    with gratitude….
    Kerin

  3. Desiree Fawn says

    Such wonderful memories.
    Always a pleasure.

  4. UmberDove says

    Welcome home friend.

    "Home" has been a long and lasting discussion as of late and these pictures grab my lungs and squeeze them hard. My answer, always, from the depth of my heels is the Northern California coast but pieces of my heart and soul are spread over this amazing country.

    Call soon, ok?

  5. the slanty shanty is my alltime favourite bit of prairie scenery. apart from sun shining on a barn with dark ominous clouds in the background. or fields of flax in bloom. or rolling wheat fields. or a sunset over an island in the shield…or, or, or…everything, i guess. 😉 lovely pics as always.

  6. EmeliaRo says

    you are most definitely a "wordsmith" as well as a smither if silver…

  7. Beautiful…

  8. Lovely =]