The First Day

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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The Summer Lake

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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Surrendering to the Rain

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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Sunscreen and Spy Novels

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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In the Summer Fog

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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Accepting the Peace

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

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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The End of Summer

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.

As the Pine Trees Sway

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.

    

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The Fragrance of June

I hid my heart in the fragrance of June

never looking back

I was stunned by her glory

while embracing the healing.

Wholeness

enfolded me.

    

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