Long has Orion
slipped below the horizon.
The dog stars run loose
over the vast dark sky.
Crickets strum
barbed legs in song.
And I lie awake,
considering
the heat-washed nights
of Summer.
— C.Birde, 7/16
Summer’s Night — A Poem
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in this poem i enjoy so much the visual, aural, and even tactile references. the effect is to place the reader in the experience.
Oh, thank you 🙂 This came to me recently, when I gave our dog her evening walk. Some of the finest parts of Summer occur once the sun has set. Though it is quite steamy recently, I know I will miss the crickets’ song when Winter returns with Orion.