Marjorie A. Buettner...

This Summer Night

The night is black and thick with humidity. I want to walk down to the lake but I am afraid of the darkness. Suddenly I see one firefly then another skirt around the edges of the tall, summer grass that remains wild and fragrant with flowers. Their light throbs in unison with a sky full of heat lightning, distant yet threatening. The darkness seems softer now, more yielding; I pass through it down to the lake, guided by the sound of this deep summer night.

this summer night-- the air as warm as my blood

WHCHaibun 2009-06-24