Once more, summer is quickly slipping away and for many of us who live in areas where "summer" is just a term used for the latest season of gloom and grey, it is all the more heartbreaking to see it skulk away like some naughty child.
More than summer itself though, I love summer nights. You know the ones; the sun has gorged itself all day and as darkness approaches, the sting is taken out of the heat, leaving beautiful, glowing, "warmth", warmth that somehow manages to create a sense of joy deep within, well, your soul!
As much as I adore summer nights, I wouldn't wish to be rid of seasons altogether as they all have their unique splendour. However, when the calendar informs me that this is the time for sunshine, blue skies and glorious evenings, I cannot help but crave them all the more!
The words that follow, to me at least, typify a perfect summer night.
Finally the night air
delivers its balmy delight.
Scent of baked meadow
lingers in a delicate breeze
and the earth sighs…after a day of toil
under an uncompromising sun.
The clock still ticks
yet the world appears to pause,
bathing in this nocturnal gift.
Even old, babbling brook
halts an endless stream of bad tidings,
unable to resist the joy
that fleetingly pervades.
I smile at the moon
and he tips his hat,
having chased away
a thousand hungry clouds.
Dazzling starry displays
sing a faultless silent symphony.
Inhaling…the perfection of this night.
Countless days of grey
unable to eclipse a moment.
A spirit revived, a hope renewed.
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