Summer's Queen

The fairies brew Cool autumn dew In ancient trees With swarms of bees. The leaves fall down, All red and brown, To mark the loss Of trees on moss. The clouds move west And seek their rest On mountain clines With ripened vines. The waters deep Fall fast asleep Below the sky Spread out on high. The night awakes Above the lakes And reigns supreme As summer’s queen. The birds sit tight While starry light Begins to flow Like opals’ glow. The rills grow mute When sounds of lute Begin to pray For friends away. The woods lie still To hear the trill Of mockingbirds Agasp for words. They sing to you Of sky-lit blue And chirp to me Of destiny, For here you are: A tear, a star, A dream, a dove: Eternal love. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com