Homeward

In the first light of day
A mere wisp of smoke remains
In the cool, damp, vernal air
The acrid smell of nearing rain
At once, what was lost is truly gone

Yet, as the ice retreats
A path is revealed
Just as the trickles merge into a stream
The veil as opaque as stone gradually lifts

Among the burnt and bent debris
A glint of old, an enduring prospect
There still is time to revive, to build

A promise of mending
No illness, no hurt

Onward
With a purpose guiding homeward
To a new beginning
Onward
The course is set homeward