Tracy

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"Vivaldi's Overture"

We celebrate your homecoming, old friend
By putting away layers of clothing
That we say goodbye to gladly,
Stashing away rain-boots as well.

Gone are the days spent inside,
Waiting for you to come back,
Watching the rain wash the earth,
Pattering on the window like a procession.

The wind forgoes a farewell,
Packing its bags, with no warning,
Like a love you’ve reconciled with
Who realizes it was a mistake.

The flowers are happy to see you,
Turning their heads to you, almost singing.
Their vibrant songs resonate
With every fiber of my existence.

The world is golden when you are here,
Radiant and warm and lovely,
And the night hides behind a veil,
Cowering in your brilliance.

Of course, with your presence comes a price--
Your imminent departure.
But we will welcome you anyways,
With open arms and bare skin.

We say:
You are home.