Thursday, July 28, 2011

July

by Louis Jenkins


Temperature in the upper seventies, a bit of a breeze. Great
cumulus clouds pass slowly through the summer sky like
parade floats. And the slender grasses gather round you,
pressing forward, with exaggerated deference, whispering,
eager to catch a glimpse. It's your party after all. And it couldn't
be more perfect. Yet there's a nagging thought: you don't really
deserve all this attention, and that come October, there will be
a price to pay.

please note: photo by me. Lake Erie sky in July

1 comment:

  1. Your beautiful photo matches the words perfectly. I take it you've been spending some time at the cottage.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)