Summers
first sun set in a warm glow
wrapping
itself in the cool breeze
and
both take their leave to a warmer clime,
now
not a leaf or petal moves
this
first night, nor the water plants
skim
across The Pond are being
chased
by gleaming golden orbs.
It's
a part of me to be out doors,
even
as a child I remember mum
calling
long after darkness descended,
“Cheryl!
Time to come in, NOW!”
After
silence and non appearance
my
sister would be quizzed where is she?,
“I
don't know look up a tree!”
was
the usual give your head a shake reply.
I've
been outside most of this month,
reviving
the garden, breathing fresh air,
and
pondering even as rain fell.
But
tonight every living being is still
perhaps
resting this summer night
after
such a glorious spring
where
their growth was unmatched
at
least in this gardeners eyes.
As
night creeps in I curl up on the chaise
patiently
waiting for natures night lights
to
appear, yet I'm memorized by
the
reflection of candles over still water.
Reflections
creating shadows in the garden
and
noises from creatures yet to be determined
but
for now I decide to let them be.
While
my eyes flutter I take one last look
at
the sky searching for stars to poke
through
cloud cover, one, two, three,
their
sparkles begin to show.
Counting
stars I gasped as a tiny light
blinked
on, off, on, off, as it followed
along
the roof top. Heaven! He found me!
I'm
happy and shall find me bed,
tis
a night for dreamers such as I
and
therefore bid thee adieu until daylight.
