A Summer Night Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

A Summer Night

The last bright light of sunlight fades,
The crimson hues fall below,
Darkness creeps in from the west,
And the stars begin to glow.

Once again as nights before,
Comes forth a harvest moon,
Round and red in a tinted sky,
And lingers like a lover's tune.

The night comes with many voices,
I sit and listen for their sound,
Like the wind rushing through the trees,
People gathering in the town.

Crickets hide and chirp away,
Their sound so clear and strong,
While Katydids' pierce the night,
How well I know their song.

The fields are gathered, the barns are full,
A golden tint covers each field,
While over the distant hill-tops,
Come the song of a Whip-Poor-Will.

There is a hint of Autumn,
In the wind that blows a chill,
The days are growing shorter,
Summer is waning and still.

By
Richard Netherland Cook