Saturday, June 25, 2011

Summer Mornings

[image from google]

Blue skies
with perfect puffy clouds,
dark green river
teeming with
salmon,
lazy Saturday morning
watching hummingbirds
flock to the
feeder,
Jasmine chasing her tail
in bemused quest......

Wild Woman
remembers
late-June mornings
when she was a child,
waking to the
rattle of water
hitting the
bedroom wall,
as Grandma
hosed everything down
against the
coming heat,
lowering the
canvas awnings
over the
front windows,
like two
sleepy eyelids;
air fresh with
lake-scent and bullrushes,
weeping willow
and sweet pea,
that special scent from
her childhood
she can still
sometimes catch
on summer mornings,
that takes her back
to when
the world
was young.

Saturday morning,
right here
      right now......
a perfect slice
of time
that must be savored,
for tomorrow
it will be
gone.

Wild Woman
is in love
with summer
mornings.

2 comments:

  1. I love your Wild Woman poetry - you should put them all together in a book....lovely memories .....bkm

    ReplyDelete
  2. I love the sleepeye lid view and going back.
    "that special scent from
    her childhood
    she can still
    sometimes catch
    on summer mornings,
    that takes her back
    to when
    the world
    was young"
    this is so lovely...
    Time is really in a bottle, the scents and smells do really lure and tug us back~
    I loved it~xXx

    ReplyDelete

I so appreciate you taking the time to read and comment.
Thank you so much. I will be over to see you soon!