One hour past midnight I'm out and about woodland environs on a steamy Carolina night. I pursue the sons of Perseus who rivet mortal attention to their annual August escapades across starlit skies above the Piedmont Plateau. Lend ear and let your imagination soar.
Tree frogs chirp love songs
Sultry airs envelop witching hours
Perseids shower the Milky Way
© Ilija Lukić 2016
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