A little burble in honor of July 4th, and the magic of summer. 🙂
Sunshine paints the grass with gold;
Near the beach gate, lilies with open throats
Welcome bees seeking pollen.
Somewhere in the distance, a radio plays;
Classic rock drifting from the blue horizon line.
Seagulls’ cries, the murmur of surf;
Hot puffs of breeze carry the scents
Of sunscreen, lake water, a hint of fish.
Ice-cream melt trickles down a sugar cone
Onto sandy fingers.
These are the signposts of summer,
Pointing toward the child I used to be.