Midnight Summer Poem by Jessie Jett

Crisp, quiet breeze.
Away I ran,
Into the trees.
Into the late,
Midnight summer air.
A young girl,
Alone inside, but outside;
She didn't care.
Crisp, quiet breeze.
The calming moist air.
Blowing past my sleves.
The smell of midnight,
Lingers among me.
Away I ran,
Midnight summer began.
Tickling my skin.
I breathed these nights in.
Crisp, quiet, calming breeze.
Midnight summer air,
Floats around me.
It blows past my hair.
I can feel those empty cares.
Everything sounding, quaint to me.
But then I leave,
Midnights summer's breeze.