"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

~Robert Frost

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Song of Summer

The summer stretched out before us, warm and welcoming
Whispering promises of easy laughter and baseball games and
Grass stains
Of splashing and sinking and finally, triumphantly
Of daring and dreaming and
Of skinned knees and ice cream pleas and
Climbing trees
Of gardens growing and children growing and yet sometimes
When one is overwhelmed by how small one still is
Of needing a safe place to
We reveled in the long, hot days and the languid nights and most of all the
We watched our last baby explore the world with eager
And whether throwing our hands in the air in exuberant
Or joining hands in a sacred sisterly circle of
We danced to the song of summer
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer...
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow