7/27/2009

I was just thinking about summer...


Fireflies flicker and fall like wayward lost stars. Toddlers like Titus stand in the shadows with stiff nets waiting to collect galaxies to light their night stands.

Bullfrogs guttural love song, mating gurgle that sounds melodious in summer heat thick enough to wear like a sweater. Chime in, cicada shiver cymbals.

The neighbors dance on the patio.

Peeled back bathing suit and hair combed from our faces, we’re placed to bed with wet sun-bleached heads. Our fingers still sticky from watermelon drips.

Tip-toed and bath-robed, Grandma comes to set free the stars from their mason jar. Morning came and we all believed that they indeed did disappear.

1 comment:

Julie said...

I absolutely love the picture this paints.