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.