summer poems

Someone left summer poems outside their front yard - take one! - and invited others to leave a summer poem behind.

Here's the poem that went home with me - it's by Mark Twain:

Warm summer sun,
Shine kindly here.
Warm southern wind,
Blow softly here.
Green sod above,
Lie light, lie light.
Good night, dear heart,
Good night, good night.

Here's the one I left behind:

Summer moon dangles
among the fireflies -
fishes reflecting light
dart across the pond
into darkness.