In the Between

Summer is drying up and blowing,
it has withered and drained the moisture
from all the blooming,
but the sunflowers still hold their heads erect,
they have had their dip and bow,
now time is waiting to seed
and the bees hover around their dignity.

Each minute is crisp with waiting
the crunch of falling,
and it happens so fast,
this precious movement into dry leaves
and the ending of nights under stars
covered only with mosquito netting.

To splash in midnight’s pool
with stars to watch
and the moon portraying
the curved breast of frolic
where fairies hide their winsome wings,
quietly behind the lattice
they entwine their pointy toes
to capture bliss.

And in the between
I dare dream of falling
and turning gravity’s pull,
falling into the stars
like a wish to dance with destiny
in candle light,
a dream weaves threads that stitch me
to the fabric of my reverie,
its truth is nebulous
and a whim can send it crashing
to shatter all the pretty pieces.

How quiet this minute
that gathers me
and waits to see what happens,
and it happens so fast,
this precious movement into dry leaves
and the ending of nights under stars
covered only with mosquito netting.