This is the summer of someone’s youth
The summer they will recall
When resting uneasy and infirm
In the winter of their days
They will conjure up scenes
Thick with light and heat
The green world swollen
To bursting with life
Let loose upon the world
In a time they could afford to take for granted
Ever present but barely aware of all the beauty and loved ones
Around them, still alive
They will recall the smell of barbeque, sunburned beach trips, eager, tender first kisses
Mowing grass for nothing but spending money
Nights full of frog song and lightning bugs
Romps through pastures and wooded trails with a favored dog
They will come to know that life
Holds nothing more pleasant for them
Than these days, cured by time, like ripe tobacco or dried wood
Into a remembrance of something better than they deserve
6-29-18
©2020 Lenny Wells
Thoughts From The Orchard 