Thursday, May 12, 2011

summer


There is a small,pearl covered box that rests on a shelf in my heart.It is there to be opened when I want,but there is a price.It has black and white pictures of innocence........

Of days of sun,play and closeness.
Quiet mornings reading in the deep green shade.
Solid sentinel maples lit from below by a streetlamp.
On a breeze from the South,heavy salt air.
White strong legs finally free.May.
Lilac air;sweet purple,glorious.
Hide and go seek,in the tender,black night.

It is here that we were formed,socially inept,witty and good,yes,good.It is all there in my heart as a gracious gift but with the opening, comes longing.

4 comments:

Ry said...

Sharon,

This is beautiful...

Ry

sharon graham said...

Thank you,Ry.This just came like one of yours.Your writing encouraged me to do this free form kind of thing;the beauty of the internet and other talented bloggers.God bless.....

Missy said...

I have so many great memories of growing up. This reminded me of them. The summers especially-tender feet finally let out of their shoes that had to toughen up now that they could be bare, lightning bugs-just being outside and having no schedule or responsibilities. What fun!

sharon graham said...

Missy,So glad that this spoke to you.I recall lightening bugs and freedom.It is refreshing to sometimes just remember...