Bed in Summer
Sun still high above,Yet it’s bedtime’s call.Curtains barely drawn,Light spills through them all.Cicadas’ evening song,Warm breeze through the pane.Stars begin to peek,Night creeps in again.Restless in the sheets,Cool fans spinning slow.Dreams of daytime fun,In moonlight’s soft glow.Shadows stretch and play,Walls with twilight shades.Eyes close to the hum,As daylight softly fades.Morning comes so fast,Bright and early…