summers last hurrah - iPhone poetry

Blue skies 

Bees above clover

Sand in my toes

Wind that tempers the heat of the sun  on this late summer day

Hazy air blowing this way and that

Breathing in and out the smell of heat and sand and water and grass

Bits of clouds scattered above

Bullied by the wind

Castles of sand, bedecked with dandelion and drifted wood, built by tan and happy hands

Pines standing tall on the horizon, lazily waving to the warmth

And the world sighs, one last goodbye

And there is quiet underneath the wind and the water and the skies 

The world remembering all the green things, one last hurrah 

As it settles down to sleep, a babe on the breast of its mother

And I breathe it in

My baby's warm skin pressed against mine, her solid limbs, her curls a torrent of sand and sun and all things good

And peaceful

And I am peaceful too

And thankful