￼ It is that last cool breath before the summer’s warmth. Field upon field of heaped greens sway in a ripening wind waiting for the sun to impart its own gold colouring upon them. Not quite foodstuffs, nor still seedlings dreaming of life, they prepare to change. As do we all.
￼ Sitting wondering What colour the summer sky Clouded confusions
￼ Frost on the window Makes geometric patterns Unlike the dawn’s mist Obscuring a garden view Does not erase our summers
Lost November Evenings An abundance of daylight stole our nights. Fireside flickerings fell away like fireflies in the sun. The glimmering moon became less than a luxurious, ocean pearl and more of an ofttimes limpet attached to the sky. The evenings were less subtle for its diminishment. Summertime madness had spread too much for my […]
The day still held a sharp residue of summer, a citric tang. Memories of those early years picking lemons off the trees, how it felt like holding the sun, sneaking bites then wrinkling our faces, a flood of yellows past washed over me like an August storm. They were hot those yesterdays, so very hot. […]
￼ Spring petals turning Those transient hours of light Where pink brushes green So young like a first warm day We gently kissed the summer
￼ Her name was April But I always called her June Ever my Summer
Gazing out at summer scenes Where flowers bloom and birds are seen Does lighten hearts, souls set free I think thats how it’s meant to be As cloud will float across the sky Without a care for you or I But that is not the space I view For every cloud reminds of you Your […]