Soul of Summer
It comes this time of year
Lurks just behind the woodpile
Creeps up beside you
Like the cold draft at your elbow
Settles on you when the sunlight
Spears the glass frost feathers
Soft summer daydream
Warm fuzz of August peaches
'Cat tongue' feel of lemon verbena
Complaining tick of chipmunk
Insistent call of wood thrush
Rose scent on the morning breeze
This post (rather, the short poem above) has been sitting as a draft for a while, as I contemplated the picture's colors and did free association with the feelings it gave me when I sat and gazed at it. It is finally in a state that I'm not ashamed to offer as a Saturday Snapshot. I hope you are having your own remembrances of spring and summer time, as we slowly wait for the back of winter to be broken.
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