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