"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
 
Endless
 
 
Whispering promises of easy laughter and baseball games and
 
Grass stains
 
 
Of splashing and sinking and finally, triumphantly
 
Swimming
 
 
Of daring and dreaming and
 
Learning
 
 
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
 
Hide
 
 
We reveled in the long, hot days and the languid nights and most of all the
 
Sunshine
 
 
We watched our last baby explore the world with eager
 
Wonder
 
 
And whether throwing our hands in the air in exuberant
 
Delight
 
 
Or joining hands in a sacred sisterly circle of
 
Prayer
 
 
We danced to the song of summer
 
Together
 
 
 
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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