Henry James once wrote that “the two most beautiful words in the English Language were Summer Afternoon.” I, for one, couldn’t agree more. So, instead of any sort of diatribe, here, instead, is my little ode to summer memories:
Take a sip of Clarity
Roll it around with your tongue
Like a fine red wine
Like a warm cup of chocolate.
Moments Divine are just that.
Nourishment for the spiritual journey. Allow yourself these thimbles of quiet joy, let them go.
Skipping down the jetty/Skimming flat smooth rocks/Slate blue Brick red Stone gray granite
Counting tiny waves
Watch gnarled driftwood float on by.
Summer breeze flaps the skirt’s fabric/Tightly around spindly legs/Catching a band-aid on the right knee.
In a coral gingham pinafore
Swinging on her new metal swing set in the backyard.
Watermelon dripping down a chin
Wispy clouds waft perfume
Thorns and All.
Climbing up the Lattice/White wooden trellis
Just a little linger/Just a little longer.
A verdigris weathered vane remains as muse.
Russet equinox autumnal
Churns maple walnut ice cream
Marks the end of scallop season.
Dense breads and muffins
Soul food for dark days to come.
Shortbread is my name/Wrapped in a linen handkerchief/Tied with a spool of sage green satin.
Candy wrappers strewn/”No shenanigans here please!”/Nighttime escapades suspended
I just want to lay on the sofa awhile
Remembering the last yellow leaves of the Aspen, the last tasty clam fritter.
Each season with its own paraphernalia
Containing moments the size of an atom
Simpatico with the whole of the universe, where all is now.