Ode to Summer

As much as January is a time of rebirth and renewal, September isn't far behind it. Children return to school. Summer holidays cease and routines begin again. Reality seems to come crashing down with the gentle waves of time with it. Sigh...

It is time though. I am ready. I am going to try to renew some writing here, even as other changes transform the rest of my world. It has been too long and I miss this creative space. On that note, I will toss a little ode to summer poem into the ring for my friend G-Man's perusal and see if he will take me back into the Flash Friday ring.

Have a great weekend, my friends!

~

I skipped through summer,

like a school girl without care.

Lazy days by the water,

only to be thrown in unawares.

Idle books dangled

with pages flipped, like none were there.

Mealtimes;

Whenever…

Bedtime;

Who cares!

But September stole in,

now Responsibility -

everywhere!

So I’ll write those memories

to keep close

as winter glares.

Goodbye summer river!

Five

"Embrace the past with Remembrance and the Future with Longing" Khalil Gibran

RIP my dear

8.29.2007

Seems like only yesterday...

Always in my heart

even as the days

spin ever forward

~

Late Summer Days

Twirling and dancing,

I've 

skipped through summer. 

Laughter and smiles 

leading all the way.

From eastern excursions,

to 

miles west of home

it seemed perfection

graced all my days.

sand between my toes

sunshine on my shoulders fair

silence drowned the dawn

but dare I blink 

and spy this dream

fading into dusk

as autumn crowns 

the harvest morn

and 

toil resumes its thrust.

one cannot e'er lie

idle sleeping all their days

wake to life once more

Summer Fun

The rag-taggle days of summer are
filled with joy and smiles

With meandering trips 
and sun-tinged dips

we've enjoyed the life 
thus far



Memories
and moments
are captured full
and often
on the fly


How can one
but possibly 
choose
any other season
to ally?

Aye, forsooth

these lazy days

are rampant

and addictive

but comes the day

when play must away

and to writing again

I'll be captive

so just for today

I welcome the delay

and raise cheers 

to summer-time 

fun

tomorrow will rise
with responsibilities
I do surmise
but for now
I live for the sun

Floating Away

Children at play

(away for the day!)

Mama at home

Shaking words out under chrome-

plated lamp, that trembles

with diggers rumbles

but sweet success 

is measured in redress

by being a week ahead of schedule

may holidays now ensue!

Escape this foul domain of grit

and find me floating downriver sunlit

love when my scribe works with me!

Work is done for the week

and half done for next.

Should be plenty of time 

for some fun & frolic 

riverside again

~