SUMMER Poem: Late summer evenings, by Derek Allison

The evenings of these languid summer days
continue on like old soldiers,
slowly fading away into soft night,
backlit by a sun loitering close to a hazy horizon,
butterflies swooping and jinking in the fading light,
a honey bee working the late shift speeding straight
and sure toward home, laden with the day’s last nectar,
our family of robins abandoning their late afternoon high tea,
hopping, stopping, listening, peering, pecking across the lawn,
flying away one by one to their well earned rest;
sunflowers bowing their regal, single eyed, yellow heads,
minor courtiers signaling thankful praise as their lord,
the sun, finally cedes the land to the unfolding evening,
one; two; now more fireflies winking bright, fading to out,
then on again, signaling hesitantly in the deepening dusk,
Venus shining with bright hope; other stars unveiling themselves,
taking their places on the darkening stage overhead,
the last lingering footlights finally fade to black,
massed stars of all magnitudes, supported by celestial choruses
of glowing gas, nebulae, and perhaps angels, shining into infinity
as we finally, feeling the chill of night and the arrival of mosquitos,
are released from the thrall of it all, head inside,
make our way to bed, there to lie in the still night,
to await the unheralded arrival of sleep.

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