SUMMER NIGHT

By evening mist engulfed, the woodland’s sinking

into familiar hush now, soft and dreaming,

by evening still embraced, the night is scheming

to drape the slumbering land, in silence slinking.

Only a bird, woken from dreams unblinking

above the loose-bloomed treetop tangle rising

flying through hues dark blue, a spark surprising…

as the moon now from wavering wisps comes winking,

floating alone, and looming large, revealing,

with needling probes extended, lances, feeling

reaching at flowering treetops, dream elated…

From tree limbs drawn, the mist comes, moonward stealing,

mist and cloud medley veiled, the moon is filling

with its light, night, full summer-inundated!