Summertime garden dust lingers,
Momma fans as she rocks on the porch,
breezes float across the leaves,
and bees hum a summer tune.
Night time is just beyond the hillside,
slowly dazzling the shimmering yesternight.
Branches blaze against the jewels
of night time's stark sapphire sleep.
Scarlett Treat
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-is-coming/
