Clines Poems

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