The days fading heat melts the air.
into the amber wash of twilight fall
and with a brush like breeze so fair.
then thinly paints the cottage wall,
as across the bay escapes a song,
almost lost upon the water stilled,
to weave amongst shadows long,
as all with summer’s scent is filled.
While above, the darkening sweep,
can now reveal those early stars,
glittering facets dispensing sleep
and infant dreams of firefly jars.