Wade Fox, Dusk on the River
Summer Solstice
Joan McNerney
Trees outline the
horizon in green lace.
Beneath boughs float
galaxies of blue bugs.
Crimson clouds smudge
a sapphire sky.
Listen to swish of
branches as cicada
swell and swarm.
Hiding under shadows,
beating their wings,
hissing their mating calls.
Evening is coming . . .
the dawn of nighttime.
We are suspended now
between light and dark.
Clouds rushing over heaven.
Sun drops from sky.
The air is fragrant with
sweet blooming jasmine.
Southern winds sweep
across the hemisphere
brightening star after star
awakening this night.
Joan McNerney
Trees outline the
horizon in green lace.
Beneath boughs float
galaxies of blue bugs.
Crimson clouds smudge
a sapphire sky.
Listen to swish of
branches as cicada
swell and swarm.
Hiding under shadows,
beating their wings,
hissing their mating calls.
Evening is coming . . .
the dawn of nighttime.
We are suspended now
between light and dark.
Clouds rushing over heaven.
Sun drops from sky.
The air is fragrant with
sweet blooming jasmine.
Southern winds sweep
across the hemisphere
brightening star after star
awakening this night.