Everytime I light a campfire, I find a bit of peace and quiet. As though my busy worldly body steps aside for a moment and my soul communes with those who have sat around the fire in days, years, and millennia ago.
Peace and serenity surround me as cicadas, crickets, and grasshoppers serenade me. In this 10th year at our house, our prairie has begun the succession to meadow. Our backyard begins to take shape into a place of refuge and wildlife. Still not enough trees but we’re working on that.
Late summer sun fades to autumnal glow
As prairie begats meadow, fields of grass
Make way for cherry, maple, oak, and ash.
Tassled, our waiting graduates do look
For harvest moon, cool nights, and short’nd days.