I’d go back
for just a moment,
perhaps as long
as one day and a night,
enough, I think,
to relish what I loved
aboutLong Island summers:
for just a moment,
perhaps as long
as one day and a night,
enough, I think,
to relish what I loved
about
Scents of ragweed,
seared grasses,
almost-too-sweet roses
in the heavy summer air…
Glittering waters,
seared grasses,
almost-too-sweet roses
in the heavy summer air…
Glittering waters,
hot, hot sand
and tiny shells
hiding in the drying
seaweed margin of the tide…
and tiny shells
hiding in the drying
seaweed margin of the tide…
Early mornings
sun like a glowing peach
soft-lit hazy cool
’til nearly 10…
sun like a glowing peach
soft-lit hazy cool
’til nearly 10…
And thunderstorms
some afternoons
that bruise the air
and break the back
of humid heat’s oppression…
some afternoons
that bruise the air
and break the back
of humid heat’s oppression…
Cicada-noisy nights,
lit here and there
by sudden
silent sparks
of spectral yellow, green
and random
like imaginings
or magic,
to be captured
briefly
in a jar…
silent sparks
of spectral yellow, green
and random
like imaginings
or magic,
to be captured
briefly
in a jar…
It’s the fireflies I miss the most…
copyright July 2006 by CLRedding
So much like the memories of my own childhood, and I love those memories.
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