Summer beckons, reaches over spring’s shoulder
And sets out a schedule of chores:
Clean the pool and green the grounds
Before the fun begins.
Seashells face the sun,
Cast shadows mingle,
Saturating ochres and sienna.
Whites bleach into starlight.
The air is still; ripples of bird songs
Reach a burning candle
Inciting the flame to dance;
An invitation to travel and escape.
The wolf ambles by, requests attention,
A nudge, a touch and soft words,
Then wanders off to round his kingdom,
The walled boundaries of the garden.
It’s a beautiful morning, an oasis of calm,
A delicious peace filled with noises
Of spring and fading notes of mimosa
Hanging on bare vines of honeysuckle.
Serenity smiles and stretches the sunrise
Smoothing wrinkles of time, spinning molecules,
Tending to the space in between, in plain sight
Somewhere, in deep breaths of fresh air.