Summer Saunter

Summer saunter

Along the path we saunter
In the quiet calm,
Lulled by the clear meandering stream,
Cloistered from harsh heat
And summer rays.
We scuff our feet along,
Kicking up dirt,
Launching long weathered sticks into the brook,
As carefree as when we were children--

No agenda, no schedule.
Just us and our day
Kept clear from the clutter
Of calendars, of places to be, and people to see.

We pause
                  and absorb the beauties.
Small fish that hover in clear waters
And consider where cool springs come from,
Gaze at the lazy cotton balls of fluff
That float through the p a r t i n g of trees,
Gliding down beams of light,
That streak into the dark dampness of the shadowed wood.
We discuss solar flares and northern lights
And revel in losing ourselves
To peaceful, easy afternoons.