summer – etikser

summer’s end

September 26, 2022September 26, 2022 etikser

Summer’s end is around the bend just flying
The swimming suits are on the line just drying

~ John Prine, Summer’s End ~

Why are clouds so much more when they hover above the open sea? Something about the color of the ocean and the blue sky and summer cotton clouds, ahead, above, and all around. The sky and the ocean, similarly infinities.

Someone’s gazing at clouds from a spot on the shore, and I wish it was me. I can almost feel it now. And I wish it was me.

countryside, queen anne's lace, winding road

winding road

August 13, 2020August 13, 2020 etikser

winding road
hair flying every which way
grassy hills and open fields
farms and cows and weeds
everything a kid could see

fish, summer, water

at water’s edge

August 12, 2020 etikser

ladybugs, robins, summer

spotted

July 28, 2020July 28, 2020 etikser

Spotted
robins.
Three of them.
Young ones, for sure.
Fledglings, nestlings,
constant feedings.
Papa Robin worn thin, too worn for singing.
Evening songs competing
with cicadas
and crickets.
Ribbits.
When did that happen?
You know, Summer running up ahead,
glancing back. And that snotty grin?
Summer’s promise, the long days of june.
Done
And
Done.
Ahh ….
Spotted
lady,
painted bright and new as spring.
Me? I’m whining and lamenting
where this weird old summer’s going.

photographs from july 25, 2020