Summer Nights

My four-post bed sways

in a canopy of fading yellow rays

daylight's candle, burning down

copper aura outlines the shape

in golden blush it surrounds

firefly porchlights hang in the night

The smell of cut grass in a drifting breeze

concerts; crickets, cicada,

playing loudly in the cul-de-sac of towering trees

A gorgeous sprite reveals her ashen face

Ushering in a plush tranquil light

the moon, smooth with an unblemished grace

dancing in the music she hears tonight