Summertime 

I love when the moon starts to peak out in the sky at dusk.

The blue sky stills, as the moon rises in all its glory.

The sun and moon seem to fight over who’s in charge of the sky.

Gently, the sun comes to it’s resting place, sizzling low,

as it bids farewell to the moon and hands over the sky keepers baton.

 

Softly the moon rises, as nightfall turns the world to a quiet softness.

The tree frogs gently welcome the moon, like an old friend.

Summertime, how I love this season of solitude and tranquility.

 

S Heckman

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