Summer Night--By Emile Pinet--Canada

Summer Night

A hint of lilac rides on the air,
lending fragrance to the evening breeze.
And a sapphire sky, of flawless blue,
frames the emerald leaves on the trees.

The sun, like a drop of molten gold, 
slowly sinks, into a sea of fire.
And ebony drips, from the darkness,
as the diurnal creatures retire.

The hoot of an owl, pierces the dark,
shattering the silence of the night.
And teal silhouettes, morph into pitch,
as shifting shadows absorb last light.

Yet, the moon rises, at Her own pace,
gracing the night, with Her beaming face.

Emile Pinet was born in a small city, (Bathurst) New Brunswick, Canada, the third eldest of thirteen children, ten girls and three boys. He is the product of a semi-dysfunctional family, brought up by a physically abusive and controlling father, versus a loving, nurturing mother. Many of his poems reflect the uniqueness of nature, which he loves, and his poetic observations of life in general. Emile is 66 years old and has been writing poems since he was about 35. The ideas started to come to him rapidly one day at work-- he decided to write them down and express himself through his poetry.