Early summer
From outside
I hear
the language of the night
a crackling fire
the beating of a drum
and faint voices in the darkness
somewhere farther away
--
Around here
the wind is whispering in the grass
and caresses the corners of my house
The air has a cold chill to it
even though summer has arrived
I love this
I love the eternal night of the early summer
it never really ends
truly
this is the time when one is forever young