In Delight Of Growth
Summer. When the sun sends its rays in full force…
when the earth is exploding in all manner of greenery and blossomed finery…
when fruit after succulent fruit bows forth;
waiting to be tasted…
waiting to be claimed and savoured as one’s own.
Summer boldly strides into the Gardens Of My Imagination; bringing the fruit of all that is growing into full bloom. Ripe and ready, they perspire in anticipation of the picking, the plucking, the selecting and gathering. With vibrant lushness they reach, stretch, present and unfurl themselves…basking in the warm caresses and powerful light…resting in the regal, quiet silence of the timid nights.
I tread here slowly, and unshod…delighting in the brush of frond against palm…quivering in the ecstasy of the taste of sap so sweet and true…wandering ever deeper into that cool embrace of stilled deep green. And still, there is more…
A bed of downy moss.
A path lit by fireflies.
These things shall be the hallmark of my home until the nights grow long, and the leaves have danced and given way.
In the fullness of Summer, and all its light…in the delight of growth, I wish you happy writing.