lost summer

a glance at the plums:
a reminder I forgot
to embrace summer


By Jennifer Fifield

31: spring to summer

Young lady reading the book in the hammock on tropical beach at sunsetA few lovely quotes for the first day of summer:

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. ― Edna St. Vincent Millay

Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. ― Henry James

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. ― F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling. ― k.d. lang

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain. ― John Keats

Press close, bare-bosomed Night! 
Press close, magnetic, nourishing Night!
Night of south winds! Night of the large, few stars!
Still, nodding Night! Mad, naked, Summer Night!
― Walt WhitmanLeaves of Grass


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through the window

Young lady reading the book in the hammock on tropical beach at sunsetthis memory
breezing through the window
of salty food sizzling on a grill
takes me away from the book I read
from the city I now sleep in
from the cars, cars, cars driving by
from the skyline through dusty blinds

this smell
drops me into summer
and makes me forget
what month it really is

this trance
breezing through the window
reminiscent of resting lazily in itchy grass
of dizzying wine beneath bright skies
of a beach life and a sandy floor
of stiff hair from ocean frolicking
of longing for the day to stay

this smell
of salty food sizzling on a grill
distracted a contented mind
into fevered discontent


Jennifer A. Fifield

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Summer Sunday

Reblogging “summer sunday” since it was the first day of summer yesterday…

books and breezes


As the sun sets
boys and girls
and men and women
reach for every last moment
on Sunday night

Frisbees flying, wheels spinning
longing for daylight
more hours of play
till darkness decides

The gentle breeze
sound of laughter and play
smell of hickory
pink, orange, purple to blue

Time to grow up

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ice cream cone with a name

Tree Silhouette At Twilightlast day of school
a plastic swimming pool
tied to the roof of mom’s car

a trip to Thrifty’s
sweet sliding door breeze
reward for good grades

double scoop ice cream
rocky road and mint chocolate green
resting in a cone with a name

summer camp soon starts
crafts and reading and arts
soaked in water fights

summer time memories
indeed, they stick with me
and make me smile, warmly


Jennifer A. Fifield

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