Sleeping on a Summer's Night
Megan Herring

After Dylan Thomas

As the crickets sing their sweet song,
I breathe in the cool night air
that drifts in on a light breeze
through my window.

The sounds of night
whisper to me:
the twinkling of the
stars,
the rustle of the night creatures,
the foxes on the hills
barking clear and cold.
The oak tree moving next to my window,
the horses
nickering softly to each other in their stalls,
the cows stamping their hooves,
the sheep rubbing their thick wool up against
wooden fences in the pastures.

The waist high fields wave in the night breeze,
like an ocean of grass,
waiting for me to push them aside,
to run through them
in child-like bliss.

As I ride to sleep,
bringing me into a ring of dreams,
the owls bear the farm away,
swooping quietly for their midnight snack.

Wolves cry their sad song,
calling the shining moon to them,
giving night

its beginning.

Megan Herring: Sleeping on a Summer's Night; M: Wild Shadows; Tosh Millerfrancis: Aspire to Inspire, What if I Told You