Generations at Play - 7/31/10

Together in our living room
Boys playing magic the gathering
Faithful Scout sprawled on the floor
My wife reading in her favorite chair

Waning summer sun rosy on the horizon
Together we gather in relaxation
In anticipation for tomorrow
Tinkling sounds of music muted

Together we hum and tap our feet
We listen, play and read
Uplifting sounds transforming
Singing in unison so extraordinary

Together crafting our story
Just by passing the time.

Waves

Wind blowing from the south
Energizes your every move
As does the passage of the moon

White crests curling
Splashing one after another
Some more than others

Causing squeals of delight
Chilren's screams dodging tennis balls
Disappearing in your sparkling coolness

Re-emerging with huge smiles
Hands clenching clumps of sand
Dissolving quickly in their hands

Laying on beach's edge
Face down on the wet sand
Listening and feeling your surges

Eternal rhythm calming
Clammy chill comforting
Transmitting to every pore

Lulling sounds engaging
So completely compelling
Falling into lethargic summertime trance

Knowing this time forever
Recalling its beauty
When the winds begin to blow

From the South in summer.

(Written on the shores of Lake Michigan July 20, 2010)