summer in your house
the morning light poured in
spilling on the chenille
like warm milk
dishes clattering in the kitchen
as you made breakfast
Category: summer
ripening
the heat stifles
flowers wilt
fruit ripens
(as do I)
August is approaching
no worries
I think about those days of barefeet, scraped knees, sunburns, mosquito bites and garden dirt…
spilt milk
with the fear of stagnation
she became a shapeshifter
july
there were those hot sticky nights
picnics by flashlight on the dewey grass
waiting for the fireworks
we chased fireflies
Licht Years 