Summer's Ardor
🌞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....