Mystic, magical night sky,
black velvet draped above
sprinkled with silver sequins;
opalescent orb prominently displayed,
centerpiece of the setting.
Moonbeams spilling, cascading,
diving, splashing
onto sibilant leaves,
flowing through night-blooming gardens
fragrant with flora:
camellia, phlox, lupine,
larkspur, snapdragon, violet,
bleeding heart, buttercup, daisy,
baby's breath, honeysuckle, iris,
marigold, zinnia, wolfbane,
hollyhock, cat's paw, morning glory,
foxtail, forget-me-not, candytuft.
Midnight zephyrs mingle scents
wafting through her hair,
refreshing her inhalations,
caressing her skin.
This is her night~
true Midsummer Eve,
heavy with highsummer heat,
pregnant with possibility
and the ripening yield;
a night to feel earth~close,
one with nature,
part of the continuing circle,
elemental, spirit~light.
Here in garden,
sheltered in talking trees,
a~flicker in torchlight and firefly
reflections,
she hears faeries whisper
old~world secrets,
listens to chimes on the wind,
heeds wisdom~filled ancient voices
sharing seldom heard counsel.
With hushed dawn,
this magic moment is paralyzed,
impressed upon soul memory,
a breath held, then burst with birdsong
that blends into Midsummer Day.
Heart full, at peace,
grateful for miracles,
Mother Earth,
Midsummer moon.
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