The place I call home

The place I call home ...

has sturdy, stubborn mountains
lined with tall, reaching trees
that touch the soft white clouds
in the sky above the place
that I call home;

has only two seasons: the hot,
sweaty summer
and the frigid, numbing winter;

has dogs peering through the windows
as you bike down the street
to your best friend’s house;

has the ravishing sunset to watch
as you curl up on the porch,
a long, thick book in hand;

has a good feeling
every time you step outside
and breathe deeply nature’s sweet perfume.

The place I call home
is called Vermont.