Saying Summer

July 20, 2009 candacemorris 1 Comments

the deep inhale of sun-kissed skin,
THIS SONG
wiping of berries and dirt on worn jeans




gentle tickles of baby hairs swaying like grass in the well-mannered breeze
long stares into the intricate physiology of bugs
windows all the way down, neko way, way up
nausea from ice cream, smores, watermelon binges
roaring creeks lulling happily-exhausted campers to slumber






the sharp clink of bottles swishing in the ice-chest
layers of clothes peeling off and on
the surprise of freezing water as the day washes off of your face
cheap fermentation in blue tin cups
blockbuster sunsets





long pauses fondling sea-smoothed stones
the gracious welcome mat of crunching detritus underfoot
the panicked scamper of the ant across the pages of your book

and upon returning home,
aged cursive adorning birthday card envelopes
the familiar ecstasy of your own bed.

a late waking,
a white dress,
an important eucharist,
a bloody mary and eggs benedict,
a bouquet of crocosmia,
a trip to mom's.

ALL
a brilliant light shattering the stain-glassed windows of lethargy

THESE SAY SUMMER TO ME.

candaceruth