
Even though it’s rained
Summer’s breath still dominates
And sunlight has returned
poetry, prose, and photography

Even though it’s rained
Summer’s breath still dominates
And sunlight has returned

Looking towards the sky
And summer’s not quite here yet
This graceful sunlight

Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.

My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending

Sunlight on my skin
Fading into memory
Darkness approaches
​At certain moments
I understand Pandora
And her empty box

As the daylight falls
And its moving through the trees
Springtime marches on

Today’s garden walk
With children’s delightful fun
The blessings of spring