The last days of summer depart
in the soft wind, and await the first star.
The fading light yields slowly
and yellows the trees which murmur faintly
and are still. The mild evening comes on;
through the branches gleams the moon.
At the coast, the turquoise sea crashes
on the beach, and further out is dark blue and motionless;
the dusky green forests slope to the sand,
and in the far distance, a misty cape recedes.
All is peace and magnificence.

Reg Naulty.