I’m squeezing summer sweetly
held tender against my cheek
with hands cupped firm and light
to feel it’s aliveness
while the earth all around
seems to relax
as the season’s voice grows soft and low.
I love the end of summer,
the unplugged, acoustic version of bright golden days.
My soul strums along
a lovesong of thanks
for the gift that it’s been.
~for the exquisite first bites of summery goodness
-the first juicy slice of tomato still warm from the vine
-the first burst of crisp watermelon in my mouth
-the first dribbly munch of fuzzy peach
slipping easy from the seed.
~for the soothing collision of comfort and thrill
as my overheated, garden-scratchy, mosquito-itchy skin
plunges into cool chlorinated joy.
(and for peace as a swimming pool becomes a sacred space)
~for suntanned toes pretty in purple polish.
~for the exhale in my muscles and mind
as I slid my thumbnail down the seams of shells
and freed blackeyed peas to scurry into the waiting bowl,
the big green one,
cracked and chipped from all the years of being loved.
~for the mile high squeals and windy laughter of cousins all together
zooming across turquoise skies
in the scariest, soaringest rollercoaster
I’ve ever dared ride
(and threw my hands in the air…..for the first time ever)
~for the lemon-glazed berry scruffins my daughter brought me
after her early mornings baking sweets at the local artisan bakery
and the even sweeter times we shared
before she flew away to her new home in Nashville for grad school
…..so beautiful, her wings.
~I pause, summer to my cheek, to soak for just a moment
in this delicious reverie.
It’s been big
and far too much for words.
I smile at the horizon
all wiggly with the next waves to ride,
the swells of the coming season already
splashing the air
with the scent of apple peel
and back-to-school size snicker bars
and I uncup my hands
and watch as summer flutters into the late afternoon glow
and sing out my thanks
for the beautiful wonder
that it was.