Warmth on the face is traced to source: proof that the sun
is gathering influence: that summer is not always absent.
Enough warmth and light to ignite memories: so while the
feet paddle now in the saturate field; the mud like clay slip; flip-flops are
recollected, and hot beaches, and cold pretty drinks in dainty glasses, and
other emblems of optimism that infuse a sense of steady contentment.
Flowers will grow. Fruit will follow.
I believe we are in accord today, Lisa.
ReplyDeleteAh! Your last two sentences filled my heart! On a run today, I stopped at a bare tree and stood under it. The two of us waiting--believing!--for blossoms together.
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