The Visit

This is the end of a season of visits.  Today, on Epiphany, I go home after visiting my sister in Santa Fe.  I will actually retrace my flight path tonight, arrive home in the dark of night.  Even flying back the way I came, it seems another way.  We are always different after a visit, if we have been paying attention.

A courtyard sits

Outside my window,

A small tree with tiny

Nascent

Buds,

They wait in the snow.

A cup of coffee warms

My hands.

It is Epiphany

The Coming of the Kings

Soon and very soon

They

And I,

Our visit finished,

Will go home

By another way.