Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Walking Along

The weather is cooling down
and the dog days of summer
is on its way to becoming a memory
once again to be long gone,
from my window I sit and watch
as the leaves turn brown, red and yellow
and everything in between.

The wind steadily stirring the branches
causing the leaves to begin their descent
slowly swirling and falling
as they glide to the ground.

The sun is shining and the clouds above are picturesque
let me see how many shapes I can make out
I think, as I listen to the rustling beneath my feet  
trekking, trekking through the woods  

The perspiration glistens on my face
while the backpack feels like a ton
as my feet continue to grind the leaves beneath them
along the steep incline to my destination
the blot of the mountain peak in the distance

Rugged ground and slippery rocks
from the mist of the stream alongside
makes the going rougher
the site of the winding narrow path
brings me closer to my destination.

So profound my thirst, I gulp the water
the liquid quenching
and soothing my throat as it slides down,
closer to my destination
the leaves crunch under my feet
not as often as before and not as loud
but still I hear them 

Before me the cabin comes into view
the autumn foliage so breathtaking, I gasp
out of habit I automatically sit on a fallen log
to take in the view of the surrounding landscape
no window pane to separate us
no longer an observer of this wonder
but a real participant.

The first bedroom I ever slept in

Two doors led into our room
one from the hallway on the same side as the bed
the other across the room from my mother’s room
our bed rest against the wall
as we two lay deep beneath its girlie bedspread
during the cold, cold winter months

Snow covers the lower and upper part of our window pane
the sound of the snow plow coming to clear the snow
makes my sister and i jump out of bed and look outside
the traffic moves at a snail’s pace
but were delighted at the mountains of snow beneath our window
“No school today” Mom says as we two cheer at the good news

Awakened by the early morning sun shining brightly through the window
the sheer curtains blowing in the warm breeze
another morning to get up, get dressed, have oat meal
and better not forget kiss mom good by as she leaves for work
and off to school my sisters and I go

Later that afternoon i sit on my bed
the rain pelted against the pane
listening to Mom doing chores
the night shadows of the braches sways in the breeze
first the shadows scaring me and finally lulling my sister and I off to sleep

My sister and I no longer share a room
the house is no longer there
but my memories of that yellow room
and the noisy radiator
will always live in my heart

The Islanders

What happens when you gather fruits
Or climb the coconut trees 
With no worries of shirts or trousers
To tear or a need keep them clean  

Yesterday with the winds blowing
They drifted off in a canoe 
I imagine they had a good time 
For they dallied for a year or two 
Though at times I reckoned they'd come to some grief 
So what’s happening and how are they faring

To say the fair of skin in that land so far away
They traveled to
Would be different than on our islanders
Might be an understatement 

Today like a silhouette
In the fading Islands sun
Their canoe drifted back into the bay  
But whatever the reason for their return, we are glad