Summer Solstice

Joan McNerney

Trees outline the
horizon in green lace.
Beneath boughs float
galaxies of blue bugs.

Listen to swish of
branches as cicada
swell and swarm.
Hiding under shadow
beating their wings,
hissing their mating calls.

Evening is coming…
the dawn of darkness.
We are suspended now
between light and shade.

Clouds rushing over heaven.
Sun drops from sky.
The air is fragrant with
sweet blooming jasmine
as star after star
sets nighttime on fire.