Between the spring-time years and the autumn of one’s life lies the long, confusing span of summer. Yet when we look back at it, it will all seem like quicksilver.
In summer do the children turn…
The sun, a diff’rent color in their eyes;
And questions linger more and more
About the lack of substance in the skies.
In summer, children start to yearn…
The star beyond the limits of their sighs.
And passions lead them to explore,
The scars eclipsing whimperings and cries.
Oh, summer clouds, aloof and stern…
Sunbeams that once delighted with surprise,
And waves that tagged you at the shore,
Or dragons lighting in benign reprise.
The summer songs are hard to learn…
The seedlings of awareness on the rise;
And longer shadows on the floor
Bespeak a time the summer child defies.
In summer, colors fade and burn…
One candle flickers as another dies.
Young hearts no longer in the chore,
They soon are giving counsel to the wise.
r. nuñez, 5/2012
About the Creator
r. nuñez
I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.
OF MOTHERHOOD.
Dear mother-to-be, I wanted to let you know how very, very special I think you are. I don't think there can be any job that is more meaningful than the one you are about to begin, that of being a mom. You are the most important person in the world to your precious unborn baby, and you will be for many years.
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