Pastoral Summer’s Eve



Evening steals in soft,

spreading emerald

quilt-corners at a

country picnic, patchwork


of grasses. Water trickles

slow, gossiping in wet

whispers of fire-flies and

wolf willows, long days


and scented nights. The

sun teases, kissing here,

nuzzling there, bleaching

foliage with each



encounter, painting

with dappled brush

a magnificent scene,

“Pastoral Summer’s Eve’.