Why do they care for summer?<\/p>\n
Cicadas sing to bats who shriek,<\/p>\n
Searching for their meal this evening<\/p>\n
And they\u2019ll find just what they seek<\/p>\n
A meal\u2019s a bounty in Summer\u2019s set<\/p>\n
The sun\u2019s not set and will rise early<\/p>\n
Though Night complains you\u2019re tired surely<\/p>\n
The Day ignores him with her light<\/p>\n
A warmth seeps up from pavement<\/p>\n
As Day sleepily comes down,<\/p>\n
I can finally get some rest<\/p>\n
As the world transitions to evening sounds.<\/p>\n
The brightest evening of the year<\/p>\n
Makes it hard to sleep I fear.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I much prefer the winter<\/p>\n
Ice cracks to echoing Night<\/p>\n
Who sings in sweet abandon<\/p>\n
Shadows loom and frost does bite<\/p>\n
While Night plays as Day\u2019s stand-in<\/p>\n
Sun\u2019s set was early, a serenade<\/p>\n
And she won\u2019t rise til later<\/p>\n
Day does not complain,<\/p>\n
But rests long, still as a glacier<\/p>\n
A chill comes down upon the breath<\/p>\n
As Day refuses rising,<\/p>\n
I am comfy in my bed<\/p>\n
And though it\u2019s morning on the clock<\/p>\n
The darkest evening of the year.<\/p>\n
Sleeps in my embrace, held dear<\/p>\n