Summer days

Morning;
the trees look different
suddenly vibrant, painted garish
against brilliant blue
once the somber birds of winter
spoke harsh truths there
now songbirds sing joy
to our fellowship’s sluggish revival.

***

Midday;
dazed by office air, stale and cold,
I pass into the sun
the warmth is cloying
but soothes body and mind aches,
sky-depth widening my gaze,
I turn from inward to look beyond.

***

Dinnertime;
a bell rings through the silent neighbourhood —
the knife sharpeners of all our childhoods;
cardinals fleck the trees with their colour
calling to each other: Ma-rie! Pe-ter!
A team of boys practices soccer in the park
with a thunk-thwack of the ball, ringing laughter.

***

I recognize this season,
its spilling in and out of open doors
its jubilant gardens
like children, looking for places to explore.

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5 thoughts on “Summer days

  1. “once the somber birds of winter
    spoke harsh truths there”

    “its jubilant gardens
    like children,” ❤ ❤ ❤

    Once again you bring us into your world with very specific but identifiable descriptions. I like the structure which gives the reader a sense of more to look forward to…

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