22 August

the nutmeg scented geranium was in flower again. She rubbed her hands gently through the leaves and

absent minded brought her fingers up to her nose to inhale the spicy scent. 

The evening came on much earlier now and she had hung some small white lights on the lemon tree that was out on the porch.

seagulls flew over head and cried out...she wondered what had rousted them from the beach.

the sky was tinged with orange-pink

earlier in the afternoon, or was it yesterday, she couldn't remember now, she picked up an acorn from the walkway
and set it down on the bureau in the kitchen 
 it was there still.

she thought there was a difference in red oak acorns and white oak acorns. One dropped the short, round kind like the one she had in the kitchen and the other a longer more egg shaped version.

but she didn't know which was which.

she had made a pork for dinner and the dishes were done

put away in the cupboards with all the clanging

the boys had gone for an evening bike ride 

in the park she could hear the softball games.
the men would be finishing up now 
and the women's game was about half-way done.

It was the play offs so husbands and friends and town folk were there to cheer them on 
 she could hear them from her spot on the porch.

Only the trees blocked her view of the game and she flirted with the idea of walking over 
to see the last two innings. 

the seagulls had gone back to their place on the beach

playful shadows of twilight lingered on the porch and lit up the corners with an orange glow

she sank in with her camomile tea

and wondered why the lemon scented geranium hadn't ever flowered 

and if the moon flower vine would

 bloom when the sun went down.

the tide over black rock beach was as low as it could get 

wet sand reflected pink and orange back up to the sky

the lights on the other side of the sound began to twinkle

and low flying geese honked to each other as they searched out  a place to roost 

the same tonight as last night and the night before that.

changes so subtle that she hardly even noticed till she saw the beeches turning yellow in the wood

the seagulls were still restless on the beachas she watched the sun set 
and thought it is a perfect evening 
 for a bike ride round the island

later that night
 when she walked past the kitchen window on her way to bed  the full moon shone

hung low in the sky

 full and round and pale golden orange 


  1. I have enjoyed reading through many of your poems and looking at your photos. I'm a new follower. Oh and thanks for the visit, so glad to meet you. ~Ann at Tarnished Royalty

  2. Lovely! I enjoyed your images!

  3. Fabulous images and love the edit in them!

  4. You should put these all in a book.... Great stuff.... Michelle

  5. I love the way you write. Sounds like a beautiful and peaceful day!
    Thanks for sharing with SYC.


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