In early summer the late evening sky is white
And the antiphonal drone of insects answering far and near
Hovers and circles over all.
Over the white fence a boy and a girl
Play on a swing set
Thinking nothing of the fact that
Three months ago they’d have been in bed by this hour.
The world is kinder to them now
And when they are at last called inside the yellow doorway
Sleep will come quickly and last long.
Darkness seeps in and the songbirds call and chirp
Softly, without hurry, near and far
And fireflies soundlessly float out of the grasses
And dot the still darkening air
With yellow flashes.