Comfort
by Alyssa L. Harris
House and Home,
The fields that I roam.
From spring to summer to winter.
The cats, they call,
In autumnal fall,
As wood fires begin to splinter.
The hearth grows warm,
The insects, they swarm,
Kept back by our man-made walls.
A place I hold dear,
Without any fear,
From spring to summer to fall.