On the sultry summer night

Walking felt like gliding
Wind sweeping slowly through my hair
Carrying the heady scent of roses

Only a sliver of moon shone
Lighting the way
On the long forgotten path

Hedgerows hid the night fairies
Stars held lovers’ secrets
I only had to walk to you to make it all true

We’d laugh at the stories
Sing to the sweet night music
Dance to the wind

I must be getting close
My heart is gaining a staccato beat
While my breath is just out of reach

Will it always be like this
My thoughts scattered to other planes
When I think of you

There is the glow of home
Just ahead and I am so full
With warm thoughts on this summer night

September 1, 2013 2

Summer Walk

I can taste the freshly cut grass summer air
Looking at my feet as I walk the dusty lane
I can smell the wildflowers that are nearby
The air is so thick with summer memories
I can reach out and grab them
as if they were trophies on a shelf
and not long past pleasures

August 30, 2013 0

August daydream

late summer afternoon
haze almost swallows me whole
early crickets and late birds
vie for role of killer sound
eyes flattened shut
are pried open to cyan color trees with a silver sky
and the breeze tries to soothe
but only fans the open flames
want threatens to consume
daydreaming my nightmares away
until the fantastic remains
echoes of touch and taste
threaten to overwhelm
pushing me to forget the now
and exist only in the shadow of embraces
long ago lost

August 21, 2013 0

Last Gasps of Summer

Lay me down on the cool moss
Near the sparkling swift water
In the dappled warm sunlight
Where we can breathe deeply
The last gasps of summer.

No season can compare
To this that brings our skin so close
And the birds visit from the heavens
Just to share in the pure joy
Of us.

Now we can sweetly rest
With only the sun to guide
Until the moon takes our hands
And we continue on our path
Together in the open night.

August 12, 2013 2

With Eyes Closed

the possibilities are too amazing
too numerous
to mention here
exuberance
is granted
exhilaration
is understood
the promise of summer
with its shedding of layers
down to skin
the heat and wonder
familiar tale
old as the hills
still surprising
gripping
moving quickly
scenery rushing past
like cool water
hair pushed back
by the wind
anything could be coming
lying on the path
begging to be part
the journey
from still thought
to terrific turbulence
the ride of their lives
gloriously taken
with eyes closed