Watermelon, honeysuckle,

lemon tea with mint

Chasing shadows on the lawn

and followed where you went

Too young, the oak trees whispered

Too soon, the river knew

Our promises weren’t false, but then

they weren’t exactly true

I smiled the other evening

when someone said your name

Perhaps the wise, old trees were right

and no one was to blame

Beneath the stars of winter

Earth settles with a sigh

and firelight’s fine for dreaming

of seasons that went by

The sheltering arms of summer

The early breath of spring

I wouldn’t trade a single day

I wouldn’t change a thing

First off, let me apologize – I know I’m not a poet. And, really, this sounds like a jump rope jingle. [image error] It has to do, a bit, with the book I’m working on now. I think this poem could kind of be about the main character’s parents, who fell in love when they were young. Leah, the main character, was born when her mom was eighteen. Cade, from Winter Wish, is a main character in this book, too; it’s sort of a sequel for him. The book will be called Summer’s Secret – if I ever finish it, that is.

The smell of honeysuckle fills the air these days; it is one of my favorite smells.  It never fails to bring memories, although not those in the poem. That is, like the book I’m working on, fiction.

Don’t worry — poems by me, on this blog, will be a highly irregular occurrence! And I use the word “poems” loosely! [image error]

I hope you’re enjoying your wildflowers, or beautiful weeds, and the memories they bring you!