Faintly Reminiscent...

How much it feels
Like a mountain above
The treeline and the fields
And the tableau of rising
Geese.
The clouds feed
Smoke, hued dusky
Morning-purple
Like Home,
Quite close, like
Home and all
The patchy grass
And the miracle in clear
Window panes
Like home,
And that was said
It deserves so,
Again