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