Summer Nights

Summer Nights
Christopher Bogart

It is difficult to describe in words
the feeling of peace that settles
into warm summer nights.

Sometimes there’s a silent stillness,
sometimes just a gentle breeze
bestirring leaves,
making them appear to quiver with excitement.

Bees abandon their flower bowers,
brown sparrows finish final pickings
in darkening grasses.
Dead leaves cast landscapes
In the impending shadows.

The events of the day
fade in importance
as the day’s disappointments
dissipate in the cool evening air.

We say goodbye to daylight’s care
as light leaves land
to the grander canopy
of twinkling stars.