Summer Night

It had been a hot oppressive day;

Sleepless, I descended to the yard

Where the gentle night breeze softly

Caressed the scented hawthorn bushes

Scattering their perfume and petals

Like white confetti, to snow the ground.

Above the full moon played hide and seek

With the scurrying clouds and shadows.

Enthralled in the expectant silence

I watched a suicidal field mouse

On the farmyard pump, preening itself

Oblivious to the big eyed owl,

Watching from the overhanging eaves.

On the distant coastline the quiet tide

Sighed its way on to the receptive shore

Mourning for its long-lost seafarers.

Morpheus recalled me to his arms;

Filled with the beauty of this cool night

I returned refreshed to my bed.

  © Arthur F Mylam