Migrant Tales Literary: Building a home in the sub-arctic woods

Leo Honka

A well where dreams flourish

splashing with ease

on a slow poke painted summer afternoon

which I wear with the help of a restless bow tie

just before stepping on a country path

that blushes

from my weight.

By a gentle pond that turns into serenity

warned by towering trees of my presence

 swaying with the help of the wind:

It’s where I’ll build  my home,

right here,

where hope spreads roots.