I went to my sister's garden
drifts
like frosting on cupcakes
brought back those times
as a child
I would've plunged
deep into the memories
of the heart
playing
at picnics and parties and
days of unending fun in the sun
it lies in wait
'neath sheets of white cotton bunting
again
my thoughts move to summer's breath
clothes on the line
working
while gulls hover
o'er seas of crystal mists
just wait
this is beauty all around
seasons of snows
and crisp brilliant air
breathing new life
again
it always does
waiting
and again summer's warm breath
will part the seas
of winter
as it always does
and I'll be playing
and working
and waiting and
dreaming
s.wilson
Yes, playing with the toys of summer, seems so far away though, however the days move so much quicker after the age of 60...don't they...yet you can slow them you know...just sit on a swing on your porch and remember the summers past...it slows time, really...but don't forget your woolies...right now you'll need'um...brrrr....
So, maybe if we're lucky, our Aussie friends will show us some shadows in the sunshine and blossoms of summertime down under...PLEASE!!!...Hey Harriet!!!