The chaotic clamor of crickets
Signals the coming darkness
While the flowery fragrance of magnolia
Drifts in with the dusk.
We mop at our faces damp from
The sultry steaminess of the air
While listening to neighbors' soft murmurings
As they stroll down the street.
The melodic trill of the
Whippoorwill tickles our ears
While lightening bugs twinkle like
Stars in the dark pine forest.
We drink in the dreamy beauty of the moon
From our vantage point on the porch
While we enjoy the hauntingly,
Heavenly nights of summer.
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