leads to summer, fall follows.
nothing too grand, nor magical
simply a few hours of quiet enjoyment,
some idle conversation with friends,
cheered on by the crisp sunlight of early summer,
hands shielding eyes against the glare,
smelling the ocean in the thin clouds,
down here, close to the border with Mexico.
but summer still sleeps,
not quite ready for her big entrance.
We are just past the solstice, and she’s still young,
so, satisfied, we capture bits
of today’s breezy brilliance,
enlivened by the simple pleasure of it all,
grateful for this good day.
fall must follow, and then again winter.
love soon follows.
As completely as love leads to sharing,
peace eventually follows.
As securely as peace leads to calm,
life truly follows.
As predictably as life leads to death,
new life always follows.