The Longing for home.

Riding swift in the false dawn light;

At the end of this harsh battle's night.

As a sullen sun climbs from horizon cold;

With bright streamers of pink and gold.

Thus, once more as Odysseus of old;

And longing for home, as the miles unfold.

With Hestia's hearth bright and warm;

In frigid fury of one more winter storm.