Summer is a sigh.
A deep exhale for a breath you didn't know you were holding. Summer is an ending To a school year and to faces and names that filled your days. Summer is a beginning New camp groups, new friends, counselors. A fresh start. Summer is picking up all that you put on a shelf when there was no time to look past the necessities. Summer affords the time to clean out closets organize bookshelves, redo the pantry, Shake out the cobwebs, shake off the fear. Summer is a seat in the sun, sipping strawberry water. Summer is a different rhythm with unscheduled days. Summer is a ferry ride to a city you've never been. Summer is lobster and fruity cocktails and s'mores. Summer is ice pops and sunscreen and freedom. Summer is a sigh.
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Erika Victor
7/2/2019 08:55:19 am
Ha- I wrote about summer as a time to breathe differently. I LOVE your poem and the images you conjure.
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7/2/2019 10:50:25 am
I enjoyed reading your list poem, Kathleen, and want to tell you that these lines resonated with me: "Shake out the cobwebs, shake off the fear."
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