Daily Diary, Day 671: This felt like a summer poem to me, enjoy!
INNOCENT DELIGHT
Called from my frenzy
by the evening star
I stand, a weary child, transfixed
and feel the scheme
of seasons, years, and moons
caress my weary bones.
The fringe of woods, like mourning lace
shows black against the louring light.
Then, furtive as a thief
the turning night steals color from the sky.
The magpie chatter
of the daylight world
is muted by the dark
and silence rules the starlit night.
The years roll back, I stand
surrounded by the healing dark,
in innocent delight.
—Joseph Locke