Midsummer rain
the skies closed,
from the summer stars,
the wind whispers,
through the spectral darkness,
along the lanes
and edges,
a silent procession,
the headlights gleaming
flickering,
and vanishing,
the last homeward journey
of passing cars,
and above,
the moon in glimpses
rises,
between the gathering clouds,
mists in wraiths,
wreathes,
and watching,
hide beyond the trees
and meadows,
silent,
sleeping,
dreaming
meanings,
of midsummer
hidden
in shrouds.
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