The message was whispered
Through the trees,
A gathering in mid-field
In the darkness.
The sun pulled the daylight
Across a sky filled
With anticipation.
Rose, scarlet and apricot
Still bleed in the
Western sky as
Fireflies skirt
The margin of grasses,
Lumiating the rustling
Movement toward the
Onset of summer.
A gentle murmur
Sighs into the
Season,
Beginning the
Slow slide to
Another of darkness.
Categories: Poetry