Linda Conroy
Going Home
The brook trickles, splashes, shimmers,
and I recall, in muted spectrum's span,
the two-storied house, our apple trees,
the garden, a new collage of root and limb.
What was my color palette then? I'm curious
and questioning, now time has gone. I gaze
east to west, caught here in between the dark
and light, uncertain which road lead me on.
Is life a line or is it a constant circle through
a realm of rainbow, red or a constant grey?
I've lived, and leaves have fallen with the years.
Time has bent and braided, mixing harmonies
of home, an old coin clutched, as part of me
waits for the brighter colors yet to come.
Bio
Linda Conroy is a host and facilitator of writing group in Bellingham, WA. She believes that poetry informs and foreshadows, and serves to honor the complexity and simplicity of human nature. Her poems have appeared widely in journals, and she is the author of two collections, Ordinary Signs and Familiar Sky.