Summer Lullaby

The moon peaks from behind a cloud
on a cloudy night.
A night when courting couples
stroll to their rendezvous.
The night is filled with sounds,
from the flutter of an owl on wing
and crickets chirping song.
Our two lovers hear nothing
of this summer lullaby,
but only their two hearts beat
as they stroll along.
The air is fresh and sweet
brushed along by a cool evening breeze.
Far away in distant lands, a war may flourish,
but here within a woodland
the lovers think not of that,
only of a tree on which to lean upon
enjoying one another’s company together
on a perfect summer night.

31 July 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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