night of summer stars
low, near, lazy in the sky
sky of summer stars
Walking at night in the warm dark of summer in Georgia is something you to cannot explain to people up north.
I remember our first 4th of July fireworks down here and realizing it was near midnight and I was still in a T shirt and shorts.
No long pants.
Up north in Michigan, I was lucky to go out at night and not end up wanting a coat.
Jim Harrison in the Brown Dog novellas writes about a summer in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan without tourists.
It was so cold that people went to the 4th of July fireworks in snowmobile suits and watched the rockets red glare through snow flurries.
Walking in the warm dark of the Georgia night.
Stars so fat and close.
No big names but the North Star and the Big Dipper, maybe Booters, but so many stars without names.
Warm and lazy stars of summer time.
Maybe global warming will bring this Michigan.
Maybe that might bring me back.
Carl Sandburg in Smoke and Steel (Harcourt, 1920).
Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,
So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.