Summer Mornings

[image from google]

Blue skies

with perfect puffy clouds,

dark green river

teeming with

salmon,

lazy Saturday morning

watching hummingbirds

flock to the

feeder,

Jasmine chasing her tail

in bemused quest......

Wild Woman

remembers

late-June mornings

when she was a child,

waking to the

rattle of water

hitting the

bedroom wall,

as Grandma

hosed everything down

against the

coming heat,

lowering the

canvas awnings

over the

front windows,

like two

sleepy eyelids;

air fresh with

lake-scent and bullrushes,

weeping willow

and sweet pea,

that special scent from

her childhood

she can still

sometimes catch

on summer mornings,

that takes her back

to when

the world

was young.

Saturday morning,

right here

      right now......

a perfect slice

of time

that must be savored,

for tomorrow

it will be

gone.

Wild Woman

is in love

with summer

mornings.