Summertime

Hot, liquid days
melt one into another;
green drenching afternoons
growing life over all and
reaching for the
long greedy tendril-ends of days.
And swarming nights
of rubber-throated frogs
and fuzzy, bloated moons.
And front-porch Sundays
with rainbow-tongue popsicles
and watching of butterflies,
and whirring mowers, and
children chasing life,
chasing Forever.

children running

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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