A Year of Poems – Day 223

Bats and the scent of flowers fly heavy in the air,
Behind the curtain of trees lights flash,
Fairies become something more than children’s stories,
The crickets and the evening birds join the wind, trees, and fairies
To become a living dream with ballast,
Till it all thrums with midsummer beauty,
Dusky and bright in the twilight.

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