A Summer Evening
By Gordon Buttars
(August 20, 2025)
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A Summer Evening By Gordon Buttars (August 20, 2025) |
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A gentle breeze whispers through the air, The fading sunset a distant glare. Above me the constant beating of hummingbird wings Nearly drowns out the sound of other things. Down on the river the coyotes cry, Fireflies light up the sky. Mixed with the stars their faint glow Are a sight some will never know. Venus shining near a waining crescent moon, Both will be setting soon. In the breeze the wind chimes tinkle As the sky fades to periwinkle. Down on the pond, the sound of croaking frogs, In the distance, the barking of the neighbor’s dogs. Crickets add to the chorus As darkness gathers around us. The night breeze carries the aroma of new mown hay, The labor of this long summer day. It will soon be time to go to bed, A chance to lay down my weary head. But first I must thank the Lord above For His grace and matchless love. For the gift of life despite the toil and strife, For His blessings this day. In Jesus’ name I pray. |