First Summers Eve

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.