As the pine trees sway in the warm summer breeze,
I finally reach the top of the ridge
and my heart skips
a beat
while the ascending begins
I look up
and a prayer escapes,
from my heart,
as I am filled with wonder.
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I hid my heart in the fragrance of early summer
never looking any further,
because I was stunned
by her offering of healing,
I stood
while wholeness in the wind
enfolded me.
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On the first day of autumn, summer took revenge
with blistering heat
and a thunderstorm
in the afternoon.
We were cleansed though
thankfully
in the downpour of rain.
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In the heat of summer, the lake often calls to artists and dreamers
in the coolness of water,
and the explosion of green.
And sometimes…. even prayers
are sculpted,
given shape, given light,
flowing through our hearts and escaping.
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Whispers in the mist, surrendering to the rain,
as the wind gently plays with the leaves
I suddenly remember
a younger thunder
when you and I listened
to those sounds, that story
only told by summer.
So young we were back then,
yet we do
still hold hands.
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Summer sun and sunscreen, yelling into the air,
“I cannot put this book down…..she escaped again!”
washing the sand off my feet, means
I’ll be back again….
Well I didn’t exactly do a good job of taking a summer break, now did I? There were several reasons, one of which is my wife and I got sick (nothing major).
So our time at the beach was cut short. We have been taking a break though, spending time together.
I’ve read two novels so far, and I’m on my third. I had forgotten how much I loved a good action, sci-fi adventure!
And the book I was yelling about in the poem? The Rook, by Daniel O’Malley, which crosses a number of genres. It’s a sci-fi, paranormal, mystery, spy adventure. I do recommend it.
P.S. I’m still taking it easy. Have a great summer!
Peace.
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Ghosts shimmer in the shifting shadows
of the summer fog,
lamenting of losing their former glory
seeking to escape……
the absence of flesh or at least
to explain their plight
to a willing writer, walking
in the woods unafraid.
If you stand perfectly still……
they will sense
your heartbeat.
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In the wildflowers and green, summer can speak strength to us,
enabling us to let go of the struggle,
turning, and accepting the peace
living within.
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Butterflies dance in the forest, discovering the leaves
while the buzzing from a honey bee flies over,
but it’s the deer that discovers me first,
expecting her to run,
I whisper blessings,
with her heart at peace again
she bends down to feed.
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Wet sand under our feet, as we walk a few more minutes along our beach
wind caressing our faces, and for some reason My Love
the seagulls object to our hand holding,
our salty kisses
as we surround ourselves
in the waves.
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Note: We haven’t been to the beach yet this year. We are still hoping to.
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