Quivering Moonlight

Sweltering, silence stirs and crickets abound

In darkness, moonlight quivers all around

Lingering, liquid sensations surpass to surround

Endlessness escalates, knowing no bounds;

Nestling, seeking nature's refuge thus entwined

Ceasing all else, lounging lazily 'neath tall pines

Enraptured by the essence of summer sublime.

Cynthia Calder, 08.29.24