Summer: Day One

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

That old stray dog, Grief, had been following

at my heels, hoping for a home in which to

rest his weary self, but today is the first day

of summer and he’s gone off somewhere.

Still, there’s plenty of company for me. It seems

that everything is a breathing thing, in some

way of breathing. Me too, finally.

What color is summer?

What does summer smell like?

And, sound?

I know its touch: humidity.

You’ll never hear me complain about that

beaded caress. I wonder how anyone could go

on alone in a world in which even the air offers

an unmistakable embrace.

So, this is it, I suppose, the beginning of this year’s

expression of Joy: nectar-sweet shades of red

exclaimed. She is scampering along, leading

the way.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Truth and Beauty: Poems of the Nature of Our Humanity"

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