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.