In Verses & Song

🌞Every summer, I travel with my children to visit our family in the place I once called home. Here are a few photos taken, along with a new poem composed during our visit this July. Summer’s Ardor Sunlight spills through baby blue, Stretched across a span of puffy white,  Clouds spun plentiful and plump,  White winged in still repose,  Silence broken by the coo-coo of a gray dove,  She perches in a thicket of blue spruce,  Carries grubs to her waiting nestlings,  Takes flight swiftly, body ample yet lithe.   Day seeps in slow and warm, a turtle’s pace,  Echoing the long, throaty, round coo-coo of the dove, Time lulling in summer’s stippled light,  Hours elongating with heat and light and color and life,  Pink hydrangea, rose petals opening to a waking sky,  White lacy bouquets swaying  on green stems in soft breeze,  Hush of dawn broken only by birdsong,   Hum o f steady stillness  dappled in sunlit shadows.  Summer’s smooth jazz quartet ,  Of light and warmth,  melody and repose,  St