Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Longest Week

So, here it is. Summer. Only a few days away and, as always, amazing.

Young feminists moving in and out of my guest room, lavender and sage and tarragon taking root in the sun-warmed soil of my herb bed. Mints growing in the backyard. A tiny young boy who teases me with the mad teasing skillz that are the surest sign EVER that he's his father's son. Cats thriving in my dining room. Briefs blooming in my office, Magic happening everywhere.

Blue weed flowers beside every road. Sun setting later everyday.

Poems exploding in my inbox.

May it be so for you.

1 comment:

Anne Johnson said...

We always called those ragged robins. I don't know where that name came from.