Midsummer - Dusk To Dawn

MIDSUMMER – DAWN TO DUSK Out the window Well past the stalking hours There is a stillness with whispered promise Through the trees a street light loses prominence The green Goliath still sleeps Old roses hang together bonded by dew And the new bravely greet dawn What in the noontime blaze comes singing left right above places Questioning origin of the Sun? All stirs together – wood flesh steel The fickle sky revealing then concealing A vapor trail at heavenly height Breathless relaxed by necessity one survives This the true hour of contemplation And at one point a glimpse beyond Sinking A natural consequence when fires burn low The pilgrim walks slowly steadily west Another question – What was that all about?