Cherished Indiana Night

Fireflies pulsate, vibrate beneath
Dimly illuminating drooping apple blossoms
Fading from an unseasonal heartland’s heat

A bright crescent moon dazzling plays, engages in stages

With a zephyr that moves over rows of endless corn
They bend and move as if in a slow waltz

Ever so calmly, rocking chairs rasp the porch floorboards

Railings taken over by ivy lends nuance
No one speaks much, no one wants to

The circadian rhythm drama playing out before us

Rest’s its resolve upon us
Life’s amphitheatre scintillating our senses
Harmoniously, katydids and crickets chime in

Oh, we filled our baskets and barrels today

By the sweat of our brow
The barrels now standing by overflowing
In the dimly lit glow of an aged porch light

The aroma of Blue Ash trees drifts about

I feel poised as if in a depiction of a different era
A living portrait reticent forever in my memory
Cherished was this Indiana night

 ^{Copyright 2012 Wandering Satellite Publishing}