Dusk in Summer

The dark streets are quiet,
the window lights glowing
as children go to bed,
the day draws to a close.

The humid air is ripe
with the fullness of life,
leaves hanging motionless,
not a whisper of air.

Clicking lawn sprinklers
water the thirsty grass,
the hose glistens with
silver beads of moisture.

Clusters of lightning bugs
flitter in the shadows,
punctuating the dark
with bursts of gentle light.

A full moon emerges
above towering trees –
large, luminous, and orange,
diffusing its pale light.

A soft composition
of peace and contentment
to treasure and recall
on a cold winter night.