The sun casts her laughter
over the silvery gravel.

Bare sycamores bow
as the breeze whistles
round their ashen limbs.

Oceans of golden grasses
flutter quietly
as the fields gleam with evening promise.

Nestled on the land
is a pleasant house
where love pours from the panes.

I am home.

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Abbi B. is a college student who loves writing novels, short stories, and poetry. Her work has been featured in the Bluegrass Accolade. She was also a finalist in the high school short story division of the 2022 KET Young Writers Contest. As a Christian, Abbi loves to create art that speaks of hope and new beginnings. She hopes you feel refreshed as you read her work.