Kaylee

Shindlebower

Gold to crimson, crimson to black
the sun takes his leave to never come back-
until dawn.

To the moon's coming do the crickets sing
but the mosquitoes' bites only sting.
Silver is the light that shines through the trees.
I only live for moments like these.
The warm air embraces my skin,
as I take a deep breath to take it all in.

I go inside to turn out the lights,
for I have been longing for these summer nights.