the air is filled with a lighter voice, a nearly childlike flutter of excitement; a feeling of waiting for something truly wonderful. summer is here. i hold my breath each moment as the sun filters happily into every corner of the day. moss, green and bright, green drawers, patchy with old white paint, old paintings, sitting in a corner, waiting to be discovered. the mesh of leaves, eyes closed remembering a lovely garden, hidden away for the adventurer to find. the children watch and listen, they are the adventurers who walk to the edge of the forest to see the sweet deer and rabbits. the children are life and hope.
poem by debbie schramer, 2015