In the Dancing Shade of Summer


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In the dancing shade of the morning pines

I go searching for her spirit.

Year upon years, this is my choice, by design.

Year upon years, full knowing her shine is something I will never find.

In the oddest of manner, her actions remind me of mother and her nature.

How an awkward summer breeze can bring the charm of relief.

With her hands flat against a wall,

cynically…always leery of the fall.

It is in her purposeful silence that she makes the greatest remark of all.

Arms wide open, her innocence so green.

Having sustained an ocean of gray…

Seemingly born to jump the waves.

These morning thoughts cannot be introduced to anyone but myself.

It is in her rare laugh that I, too, shine.

I am weathered with its glow.

Such as the unavoidable seasons.

In her earthy silent remarks…it is there I find reason.

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