
come late june, the evenings stretch long and languid, into gossamer strands of gold, and dusk is but a rumor.
with all this light to fill, we gather heart shaped clover

wend our way through a stack of tales

[pages rendered in every shade of bright]

and inhale the quiet of the kingdom plantae, delicate and bizarre.

we stay up long past bedtime, and still find enough leftover light for
one last fruit salad snack

for touching small toes to a still-bright sky

for one last simple story

and one (or sixty-two) final plunges down the slide.

then we lumber inside on sleepy feet to shower and slumber and gather dreams of doing it all again tomorrow.
11 comments:
Beautiful post
Pages rendered in every shade of bright...
Oh lady, words just dance for you, don't they? Gorgeous post, gorgeous pictures, gorgeous life.
beautiful summertime...pure and simple!=)
I wish to eat a late-night fruit salad with you.
Coming to your blog helps me remember to slow down, appreciate life and listen and watch. Thanks.
oh i love your words and your images and your mama-heart.
You use words so wonderfully.
Your photos are beautiful.
I was scrolling down looking for the author...
and it is you.
just.wow.
not to mention the photos.
I'm stunned.
really, so beautiful. makes me feel summer more than summer herself.
I was scrolling down looking for the author...
and it is you.
just.wow.
not to mention the photos.
I'm stunned.
Coming to your blog helps me remember to slow down, appreciate life and listen and watch. Thanks.
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