Long days, but now getting shorter
Many hot (and humid) days
And some warm evenings
Sometime gentle breezes with
A whiff of honeysuckle or roses
Lightning bugs (fireflies)
Flittering and flying about
Sometime stars (depending on light pollution)
Moments of reflection
About the day past
Or the morrow to come
And then to sleep
And perhaps to dream
Summertime
It’s the fresh air of the morning
And the warm rays of the sun
They really get you goin’ good
And push til day is done
When the shadows come a sneakin’
And bringin’ on the dark
You hear the chirpin’ crickets
And the trillin’ of the lark
The fireflies light up the evenin’
Overhead the stars are bright
Old moon shows off it’s big ol’ face
And shines throughout the night.
Copyright 2008
The little boy’s day began as many spring days do, with bright sunshine and a cloudless azure sky devoid of anything manmade to spoil the perfection.
But right after breakfast the wind kicked up and the clouds came. More and more. Until the sky was filled and the sunlight snuffed out like a giant candle’s flame.
Under the steel grey sky the natural green of the new grass lost its sharp edge of color. The lights of the flowers were dimmed, the bright hues growing ever darker. The sky grew blacker, casting a pall over the limited world the little boy could see as he ran from one window to another.
“Is it going to rain, Mom?”
His mother, knowing how much he wanted to ride his new bicycle, nodded.
“Yes. In fact, it’s already started. You can hear the raindrops on the roof.”
The little boy went to his bedroom and looked out the window, cringing as he heard a clap of thunder. He sat down next to his bed. His faithful black and white dog, Rowdy, plopped down next to him
The boy petted Rowdy and talked to him, telling him of his disappointment. Rowdy wagged his tail; he understood. The boy’s head drooped as he snuggled next to his friend. In seconds both were asleep.
When the boy awoke, he rubbed his eyes and gazed upward, toward the window. Sunlight was streaming into the room, reflecting off the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and filling the room with glorious light.
Wouldn’t it be nice if we all could sleep through the dark days of our lives?
This is the beginning of a blog of assorted bytes of things and stuff that come to mind and are fit to print. The two posts below this one sprang to life on another site and were impoted so they wouldn’t be lost. They aren’t all that earth-shaking as posts go but I didn’t want to have to rekey them. So, hello and come along for the ride.
