Nights in June

Drunken summer, after the day ends, pours
the scent of wildflowers over the far-off meadow.
Eyes closed, ears half open to murmurs,
sleep comes in the lucid dark of a trance.

 

Stars more brilliant, darkness welcome,
twilight drifts off into the bowl of heaven,
and glimmerings of sweet dawn to come
wander all night under the deep of the sky.