sit in a summer night
your head tossed back
into the given light of the moon
and listen to the creatures speak
the cicada, the coyotes,the owl
lift your head to the silent flight of the bat
whose sillouette you see against the evening sky
while sweat beads over your body
sweltering in season
the air thick with moisture
and lightening bugs
signaling silently for love
and you become
part of it
as a salty drop hits your lips
and you close your eyes
let spirits of the summer night
beguile you to sleep
Oh I LOVE this poem---and the picture---I fell into them and did not want to resurface
ReplyDeleteHot summer's night! Well done!
ReplyDelete...and the livin is easy
DeleteEven tho I am NOT a summer person, I loved this, Suz.
ReplyDeleteYou are such a fine writer.
(I'm glad my computer problems seem to be resolved...I've missed you!)
oh pishaw :)
DeleteYour poem is incredibly lovely .........
ReplyDeleteoh thank you...
DeleteThis is, quite simply, luscious. Favorite lines/images: "the given light of the moon," and "lightning bugs signaling silently for love."
ReplyDeleteWhat a writer!
did the man say 'luscious'?!
Deleteoh shucks
nice...i love all the sounds of the summer night....and the animals...you bring it alive...smiles.
ReplyDeletenotice I did not mention the annoying eh-eh eh-eh eh-eh
Deleteof that darn locust buggy thingy
thanks
Oh yes!! This is a love poem. It's like having an trice with Nature, on a summer night.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
it tis Connie...;)
DeleteWow Suz, you have excelled yourself, beautiful piece.
ReplyDeletewhy you romantic man you
DeleteMy husband would only yawn
You've created a beautiful mood with your post...
ReplyDeletea hot summer night is very moody
Deletethanks
This is wonderful!
ReplyDeletegosh...thanks
DeleteA beguiling write Suz....beautiful! :-)
ReplyDeleteLovely!..
ReplyDeleteJJRod'z
You described a late summer night perfectly...
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