Summer Scenes: summer night

summer night

summer night

A soft crescendo builds at dark,
crickets, owls and frogs embark.
Moon's transcendent path is set,
grass's dew is soft and wet.
Summer's wind lifts the trees,
scent of pine rides on the breeze.
Fireflies blink upon their course,
silhouette's glow with no remorse.
Horns, whistles, boats and trains,
in the distance, sound remains.
Rain clouds gather, sudden burst,
falling raindrops sate earth's thirst.
A lonely echo fills the night,
lonesome murmurs, at first light.
Sparrows chirp at rising sun,
grey-red dawn, night is done.

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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Image: By rjshiflet


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