The Bookish Kind: 7/1/21

Saturday, July 31, 2021

Colors of Summer

The colors of summer picked by the handfuls long ago then placed in cheap glass vases overflowing with pinks, oranges, and yellows, to sit on the table until it was time for the next grubby handfuls. Because you must recreate childhood summers.

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth