The Last Night Of Summer Poem by Dan Debello

The stars in the night sky
They refuse to shine as bright they would do on any evening
the air blows east, and midnight drizzle echoes in the dark
hounds seem too weary to howl
and the moon is waxing in its prime tonight

all is quiet, save for an occasional
insect buzz every minute or five
the night is young, yet everything that lives
slumbers so deeply
though they remain uneasy in their sleep
and owls cease their incessant calls, for they have lost
all sense of security in the night

the silence is deep, in this night in young June
the sky is robbed of its mundane celestial cacophony
beast or bird, the nocturnal and the night-weary
all remain in obscurity, as if they weep

not a single whisper is to be heard
not for long miles around
and so one must ponder, in his insomia
is this the last night of summer?