"returning home" [boomerang poem]

Returning home
the eastern window glows
an orange sun
peeks o'er the near horizon

the greeny trees tone yellow
not surprising
for a late October morning
heaven knows

I likewise turn autumnal
in my way
whle still I seek a spring
of love that flows

perennial (winter-deep or merry May)
returning home : the eastern window glows



Returning home : the train is slowing down
we're but ten minutes now from Union Station

in Washington (that nexus of a nation)
the wheel & track create a rumbling sound

I likewise seem to rumble in my way
I'm more a cello than a circus clown

my India journey's but ten days away
returning home : the train is slowing down