PB 7 summer rain

Summer Rain Play

Skipping along

in summer rain.

Soaking it up.

Tilting our heads back,

opening our mouths,

letting drops tickle our tongues

until it brings giggles.

Dancing around

in the summer rain.

Whirling about

with arms outstretched.

Laughing together.

Letting rivers pour

down our faces.

Stomping and splashing

in wide puddles

after the rain.

Taking deep breaths

of air washed clean.

Letting soggy grasses

squiggle between bare toes.

PB 6 triolet comparison

Summer Plums

Ripe summer plums which fill the tree

Like promises fulfilled by God

His loving proof to you and me

Ripe summer plums which fill the tree

Just hanging there for all to see

To taste and know that He is good

Ripe summer plums which fill the tree

Like promises fulfilled by God

PB 5 World within

Begin the Day

I begin this way

on a summer day

with the screen glowing

while the birds chirp outside.

Soon shapes will appear

as the sun rises

and wordless people call

wanting up and breakfast.

And I say, “Hi Lord,

walk with me hand and hand.

May I get outside today

and enjoy the things You’ve created.

“May I catch a glimpse of You.

And may I live in such a way

that others will get

a glimpse of You, too.” 

PB 4 Opposites

Summer

Green, hot

Swimming, gardening, picnicking

Creeks, rivers, lakes, hills

Sledding, skating, skiing

White, cold

Winter

PB 3 Midsummer Night's Dream

Midsummer Night

The moon shone through dark, twisted, tangled limbs

Their shadows writhed along the ground like snakes

The bats and owls flew by on ghostly wings

With haunting sounds, thus giving me the shakes

My footsteps crackled crunchy twigs and leaves

I pushed through brambles all along the way

With pounding heart compelling me to breathe

I longed for dawn and sunlight of the day

To my alarm there rose ahead of me

An eerie figure looming dark and still

At first I thought it was a gnarly tree

Then I saw it coming at me for the kill

As I let out a prolonged, piercing scream

I realized it was nothing but a dream 

PB Day 2 Smiles of a Summer Night

Summer Senses

Lightning bugs blinking in the night

Woody smell of a crackling campfire

Sweet, biting burnt black marshmallows

Friendly voices sing, “The Cat Came Back.”

Cool luxurious moss with hot bare toes

Warmth, smiles, and sunshine in inner soul

Poetic Bloomings Summer Fun Day 1 Summer Breeze

Summer Breeze Caregiver Version

With the Dynamic Duo tucked in bed,

we retreat to the sofa on the porch

and hold hands in the summer breeze.

As caregivers, we added an extra life stage.

When people our age our planning trips,

we dream of leaving the house alone together.

It reminds me of the dating years

when we’d watch for opportunities

to escape into the night.