Summer Symphony
Dusk reveals her magic
After evening storms pass
When coolness hangs in the air
And gentle breezes full of rich, earthy smells
Caress the sense of all who breathe
Women sit on front porches
Some in painted rocking chairs
Others sway in wooden swings
They shell peas to pass the time
Nimble fingers tear through purple and green shells
Creating a cadence of tiny pings
As round seeds connect with glass
In the distance crickets chirp and frogs groan
Lifting song from grass and moss covered ponds
The women listen daring not to speak
Least they disturb the sounds of perfection
From brilliant summer symphony.
