The sun blazes overhead,
Seeping through branches and leaves,
Into the cool shade.
A symphony of crickets and cicadas
Emerges from the green,
While the rushing brook
Trickles against sharp rock.
The sheep nibble on bits of grass
While the cows bask in a bath of sunlight.
The smell of fresh earth
Is the perfume of the midsummer night.
Seeping through branches and leaves,
Into the cool shade.
A symphony of crickets and cicadas
Emerges from the green,
While the rushing brook
Trickles against sharp rock.
The sheep nibble on bits of grass
While the cows bask in a bath of sunlight.
The smell of fresh earth
Is the perfume of the midsummer night.
©2021 Michiko Kishi