My favourite night of the year.
A time to be so grateful for our natural world.
To settle and rest then, close your eyes,
Absorbing the sweet air with gentle sighs.
The dew is falling with moist delight,
To cool the meadow in the fading light.
Scents of meadowsweet and orchid ascend,
Through the night air like a heady friend.
Smell the honeysuckle balmy and sweet,
And crush wood sage beneath your feet.
A gentle bee forages with a hum,
Before the light is finally done.
Oh… to linger silently forever,
Cradled in this midsummer treasure...
(Timeless Shores Poetry Book)