Ahh sweet night,
you are so different here
Staring at streetlights
instead of stars
no more sounds of wildlife
instead there are cars.
This is when I yearn the most
to return to my home
and the welcoming stars
this is when I yearn to most
to sit beneath the sky
and feel infentessimally small
For once,
I long to hear the coyotes call
instead of the clamor of car alarms
Sure, the signs of people nearby
are comforting in a way,
but it doesn't have the same
sweet,
quiet,
Peace
of home.
It is time to return to the darkness
and the solitude for a while...
a winter holiday,
came just in time.

Home is where the Heart Sings,,,

I so understand you.........I love my home.

Home is were the Heart is

I miss being able to hear the peepers... at my home, they're the first sure sign of spring.