Saturday, August 11, 2012

Summer: A Poem

I wrote a poem today. It's the first one I've written in years (my heyday was back in high school). I've recently rekindled a relationship with verse, thanks in part to some books I've been reading (more on that soon) and to rediscovering a much-loved volume of Hermann Hesse's work. Anyway, thought I'd share it here because, well, why not?

Summer

Sometimes
we stay in the garden
for hours

In late July,
when it's quiet and I wonder
where they've gone,
I wander to the berry patch

There, the leaves shake
The branches part
And my children emerge,
palms full
of fat blueberries

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