JUNE FIREWORKS SOUND

Fireworks sound
warm fog air
veils the stars. . .

Modest the length
of the near-solstice night,
when measured in hours. . .

Then,
like Ben Franklin,
the June sun
is early to rise
at its dawn,
and then arcs
its sweet, long. bright sky time,

before, like a playful young child,
it gets coaxed slowly down,

and fades us to sound sleep
till, in the morn,
our brightening eyes’ lids
bravely slit open to peek,
as the new day’s young sun
begins
its next journey around.

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5 Responses to JUNE FIREWORKS SOUND

  1. Bill says:

    So perfect…

    Really well done!

  2. Pamela Hemmes says:

    I like this poem very much Elaine…fits the season so well….I like the flow of the words…<3

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