Hiraeth

To feel the chilly kitchen tiles on my bare feet 
or the cold, crisp air on my rosy, red cheeks
to touch the icy waterfall with my fingertips
or the sun-touched forget-me-nots
To wake in a winter wonderland
or sleep under the twinkling stars
oh to follow the moon
to reach for the sun in dark times
I wish to be home again
home among the apple trees
among the sour red berries and
the greenest of forest floors
I wish to stuff my frozen toes into ski boots
to jump across half-frozen creeks
to stumble across ice in glimmering blades
and sled down blinding white snow banks
I wish to return home
I wish to be consumed by the warmth of mother nature's hug