Sunset in June

The birds have gone to bed

And the sun has just set.

The rain fell earlier,

Puddles a reminder.

Sky is the palest blue,

The faintest streak of pink

A goodbye from the day,

And all is so quiet, 

Besides a chirp or three

From a nearby pine tree.

While the stars still hide

And a lonely moth flies.

Midsummer nearly here.

I look up and feel you near.