Southern Nights

Fields of stars blanket warm summer skies Songs of crickets and cicadas overwhelm the senses In reply, fireflies dot the lawn Full of dandelions and buttercups waiting for dawn Far away flashes of summer heat strike with no sound Showing distant lands and tops of massive thunderclouds Soft shadows decorate the walls upon silent ears quiet murmurings fall a transistor radio blares its tiny sound of ballgames in concrete stadiums , bright lights and a pitchers mound Overhead fans stir dark sleepy rooms Screened in porches give way to fleeting cool breezes Heavy lids with dreams in flight Soften those warm summer nights