All posts tagged: summer

Just a Description….

Coocoo of the mourning dove Rivals that of the rooster Cicadas chime in Maraca solo Balmy skin sticks To stagnant sheets Vagabond sheep Gnaw on false-sage brush Dismissive of the dogpear Broached to their coats Ocotillo spirals Thick, blooming buds, so red they almost Burn. Breeze sweeps through Wire fences as though Releasing this endless Summer Advertisements

Ebb & Flow

I slink out into passageway of peace, clarity strokes my eyes before they open to greet the day, to feel the breeze on my cheeks. It’s that time of combined yellow/ blue light that the coo-coo doves and wrens beckon into morning. Trees dance along to whooping melodies, little girls freckled from the sun chase the cat through the sprinklers like little tyrant knights…. this is summertime. Still, I remain. Sitting outside in the gentle, humid Texas morning looking at my skin. One body, one mind, one being. Is it enough to live one life?  25 years into it and all I feel is the bitterness grind into dust and blow away like the flame in birthday wishes. Today I have made a promise to myself (and oh how I hope not to break it) to indulge in every waking moment in this busy, little, fragile life of mine. I haven’t been “home” physically or mentally for a while now, but am slowly regaining my grounds, squeezing a waking breath into that fictitious fable we …

Summer & a Few Simple Words…

The nights are growing longer and the days hotter. The summer has taken it’s hold of the landscape, the sunflowers and tall grasses are beginning to dry out and collapse into the brittle earth. It was an amazingly wet season for Texas, but now those green valleys are fading into brown, baby birds are growing out of their cottony plumage, and lining up ready for flight, leaving behind empty nests. The cicada’s song is becoming forlorn and dier. My skin is red and damp from the sunlight, even for the shortest jaunts. But that’s alright. It doesn’t bother me a bit. I think I have a soul made for summer. The summer melts away whatever was left of a winter depression, leaving me mended and restful. For the first time in a long time I’m in a place where I’m actively learning, taking everything anew, not just waiting for the days to end in somber reflection. That’s not to say I’m not feeling anxious. Sometimes I feel a thousand years old, sometimes it’s as though I can …