This poem is about the joys of summer. I wrote it after reading the Free Write Friday prompt from the Kellie Elmore website.
The prompt is:
Then followed that beautiful season… Summer.
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Here is my poem:
The birds of summer know their home,
In a nest, in a tree, in a world she adores
From where she sits on a green cushion
In a chair, in a patio, in a home that
She bought six months prior.
Surrounds her heart with scents of
Freshly cut grass that pluck at the air, while
Petals of white azaleas wave in the wind.
She sees the pink peonies in her garden when
She turns her head left.
She smiles to herself as her
Small daughter runs across the
Bed of grass,
With a small face so content at simply
Being able to run, in a yard, in a world
That lays beautiful sheets of nature,
If only we choose to see the fabric.
The woman knows that her own bed
Lines with contented sighs
When she approaches it later with
Her exhale as light as the breeze
That holds her.
Summer contains fresh smiles, and
They replenish at the roots, when
We choose to revisit the simple moments
That many children so easily enjoy.
©2013 Christy Birmingham
This is christyb, wishing you a summer that reminds you of happy children.