Coming Home

 with gratitude to the fabulous Westport Writes community

 who come to write together for a few hours to write and

 sometimes share what the creative atmosphere they have 

         created together has led each of them to write.

By Eve Lesses

Coming Home and the season has turned—

Coming home is the sunshine of daffodils flooding the walls

   just when you think   “It’ll never happen”—

Coming home from far away

    is having my hair curl in the nurturing spring almost-rain-dew—

Coming home to Westport

    is coming home to love

    is coming home to the warming ocean

    is coming home to the flocks of returning birds—the egrets in the marsh!

    is coming home to the patient hens who run to tell me that they missed me

                                 to last year’s newest garden pushing up sweet early blooms

                                                   to waves of blue scilla --- everywhere

Comin home to Westport i(n April) is coming home to love

              the way the sea and the land hold me in their mist 

                              as I coast down the so welcoming drive to family--and the familiar