whimsy

summertime . . . 13


The air was saturated from last night’s rain, and the morning sun was shining bright.

The short-lived whimsy of summertime shows in lucky moments, a function of nature, of plant life, and sunlight, and raindrops. And serendipity. Fleeting moments that rush along, quick as a hummingbird’s wings.

I was glad I decided to head out early that muggy morning.

Hush ….


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showers

summertime . . . 12

The birds are quiet tonight,
full bellies I guess.
Lots of worms and bugs and fish.
But the wash of water’s all around,
the splash of puddles,
a robust rush,
behind the shrubs and trees and brush.

original post on clover and ivy

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seaside

summertime . . . 8


tall ornamentals,
a moment to hold,
the dock rocks gently,
it rises and falls,
fish are lively, they’re jumping,
and the glow of the last light of this August day
shines through the clouds,
the last light
before sundown

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seaside

summertime . . . 7

The peace that rises from the ocean.

When I get to the beach, it calms and soothes and calls out to a part of my soul. A part that lives and waits for its powerful reassurance. Powerful and gentle, and real as the morning’s breeze.

White caps, out a ways, wavy lines peak and take their turn, spilling onto the sand, waves crest, come ashore and bubble on morning’s pristine sand, ocean waves break and travel onto shore, repetitive assurance, gentle assurance, waves come, waves fall back, rest assured, my soul, the ebb and the flow lives as it should, we can relax and be as we live out our destiny.

That peace.

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