Home Poem by John Myshkoff

Wild grapes and honeysuckle
Their pungent scents mingled,
Float heavily on moist summer breezes,
Crickets and pond frogs
Chant eternal evening vespers,
While my hickory fire
Crackling in ragged time,
Surrenders itself to the darkness.
The ever present jewelweeds
Tantalize with muted orange flowers,
Blinking fireflies compete aimlessly
With night canopy stars,
The north woods beckon
My overwhelmed senses,
And draw me home