I watch smoke curl up from a brick chimney
as light snow drifts down in the illumination of bright windows
I admire the carefully crafted red eaves
and notice how cleverly the columns of the wrap around porch have been carved to resemble primeval forests
Warm air leaks out from the house and comes to caress my frozen face
I never considered staying in this country until I saw that home
and now I stand
conflicted in my Winter Wandering