Music drifts slowly on the warm, sultry breeze,
the harmonies of crickets, locusts and tiny frogs blending,
into a melody that sways in the thick air.
The sky lazily fades to a pinkish-orange before
falling more deeply into darker blues and purples,
speckled with the distant glow of stars in the hazy night.
Fireflies dance around the silhouettes of shrubs and flowers,
briefly illuminating and beckoning onlookers to join them
in their twilight dance – to sink into the slow joy of a summer’s eve.
© 2011. Annabelle Peake Markey. All rights reserved.