The Soft Nights of Summer

Shhhh, she softly whispered,
Just listen to the night;
The murmur of the passing stars,
The rustle of the light,
The quiet humming of the moon
Amid the sleepy broom,
The wind brushing its fingers through
The fragrant rose’s bloom.

The summer is upon us now,
The spring is almost past.
The long, light days of summer time
Linger, but they won’t last;
And then the chill of autumn nights
Will touch the dying bloom,
But for right now the summer breeze
Whispers outside my room.