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
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
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
ReplyDeleteLovely! I enjoyed your images!
ReplyDeleteFabulous images and love the edit in them!
ReplyDeleteYou should put these all in a book.... Great stuff.... Michelle
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write. Sounds like a beautiful and peaceful day!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing with SYC.
hugs,
Jann