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