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falling into restfulness
I was born under the summer sun
a June baby
barely
another few days & it would have been July
but those scorching days no longer appeal
not the way they did as a child
when school was out & we hit the farmyard at a dead run
eager to build forts between trees
play hide & seek
climb in the hayloft
bravely grab the rope & swing across
a secret thrill
as we sailed over the 2 story drop
eldest always keeping an eye on the babies
nothing could recall us to the boredom of being cooped up
until we heard that dinner bell
a summons never to be ignored
barefoot with twigs in our hair
we'd burst through the front door
not a care in the world beyond the waiting meal
it was all grandma could do
getting us cleaned up, straightened up & butts in our seats
as soon as hands were clasped
we were immediately silent
so grandpa could bless our food
looking back...
those were glorious hours
but now...
I find myself looking forward to the season of my conceiving
autumn seductively beckons
with her vibrant skies & elegant decay
perhaps it's just my age
I've grown more introspective
not quite so hectic
not in such a rush to get everywhere
still walking barefoot every chance I can
I just prefer the cooler weather
crumbly acorns & whispering leaves
a peaceful space to pitch my tent
not so interested in splashing in a lake
I'd much rather sit on a log by the fire
scent of woodsmoke drifting on the breeze
nature's perfume in my windswept hair
...and me
remembering those summer years with nostalgia
not with longing
I've no interest in going back
history is made of lessons
best left in the past
I'm merely paying tribute to another year gone by
oh damn...
now that I think about it...
funny how quickly they all went...
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