Midsummer's Eve

On the longest evening of the year
I compose an ode to silence -
nothing more than breathless sighing
in green caverns of hydrangea
where sparrows rustle and doze;
a glistening path where the young snail
senses moonlight and inscribes
her patient journey over the roses;
a blue moth settling on a peony's lips
like a first kiss. Just so,
summer comes without words!