Whispers of Summer

Poems beaten from the sun . . .

After a little break that stretched too long, I am super excited to share some poetry that has festered and grown. I keep them stashed in my phone, a journal, or on crumpled paper. Every now and then, I decide to let some find their way here.

I hope these remind you of summer days and nights, of fleeting feelings only this season can give.

WHY

Why wash the sand from fingers, when twas placed by a shell

Why fight the stains when it dripped from a cone

Why cover the laughter when it was created by a lover

Why sweep the sand when trekked by toddler's feet

Why discard the tangible reminders

that memories twere made, experienced

Never again to repeat

SUNBEAMS

The sun stretched her fingers through the leaves,

aching to litter her warm splotchy stain among humanity's flesh and bone,

to reach inside our winter

And warm us once more

GIVEN BY SUMMER

waves of blue and white

dreams of green and gold

beads of sweat and perfumes on the wind

stolen kisses in the shade

warmth of the sun and lightness of air

all these things she freely gave

summer listen, I beg you

come back to me and stay

WHEN SAND KISSED YOU

The sun overhead cast a harsh glare

while saltwater clung to bare skin and jean shorts

Crinkled pages of books flipped soft

unrushed in the breeze

I saw the way it toyed with your hair

as the lazy haze burned bright and wind singed your face

Sand bejeweled every angle,

seeing what I saw in it's gaze

It would stay, brushed like bronze

Embellishing and covering with sculptor's care

Summer's stare enveloped you

completely taken - completely unaware

INSIGNIFICANCE

Comfort in insignificance is strange

But I find nothing more awakening than the

rush of a mountain

of a sea foaming

of the thunder and flash

They remind me that I am "oh, little man"

Allowed to behold this created,

remembered amongst the glories of the world

Stupid and small in the folds of time

Yet more beautiful and worthy because

The Creator of those significant things

thought of me and said, "I'll die."

Not for the galaxies, not for the famed valleys below

But for something of flesh and breakable bone,

He turned insignificant into

irreplaceable

And traded His blood for my own.

Oh, to be little and yet fully known.

HER TIME TO SLEEP

And suddenly,

summer slowly came to be

a hushed vision of warmth sewn in our soul

Quietly tucking herself to sleep among folds of brown and green

Until the Ocean's laughter wakes her again,

and the gossip of Flower's whispers on the wind.

CAPTURED

Forever remembering the home of your eyes

and the belonging of your fingertips.

The sound of your voice

innocent but capturing me

Burning my heart with your own familiarity.