.make a way softly swept across the sky make it a summer’s day full of ripe possibilities that become and linger on the tongue long after the setting of a peach stained sun . . .
The Beautiful Due
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
You’ve captured the essence of a summer day: “full of ripe possiblities that become and linger on the tongue. . .” Summer like no other season seems to explode with possibilites that you talk about for years after ( at least for me). If I close my eyes and really concentrate, I can feel the warmth of the concrete pier, feel the droplets of water brought forth with a slight breeze, see, and hear the waves slapping against the rocks, smell the water, and taste that fishy smell of Lake Erie that I experienced every June growing up.
The top image in your painting reminds me of the smooth, flat rocks that would jut out into the lake. We could lie on them and feel like we were smack dab in the middle of nothing but water. Just like your painting, the shoreline also had hidden rocks beneath the lake’s surface, so you couldn’t bring even small boats in close (well, except for rowboats and even then it took some talented maneuvering).
I love your comments. You are such a writer. I feel like i’m there with you, on that lake in June.
I like the “peach-stained sun,” appropriate in my area, where we grow a lot of peaches.
let me guess…..Georgia?
that image, we’ve seen it before, no? or maybe another one like it. blue fish in a white sky.
yes, you have a good memory :-)
You paint a beautiful visual picture with your words.
WHoa. Did you know you used two tences, past and present, in the first two lines? I actually dig that – “make a way softly, swept across the sky.” Like I can gasp this, hear it, feel it, just as it is. Just as you say – present swept up as past. Keep going, nancy-girl
you make me smile. thanks for that.
thanks, linda :-)
“linger on the tongue…” I like that Nancy. Makes me stop and ponder.
A day ripe with possibilies sounds like a perfect day in my book.
very tasty indeed…
lost in the feathers of a bird’s wing …
It is day, walking
among the dunes
it is a day
walking the dunes
sand and sky
sky and sand
the hot sun
blazing a trail