Posts Tagged: ode to summer

a magpie ode to a season grown up

Magpie watering can 

August I want to hide in you; to bathe alone in your ethereal yellows and purples and greens; and then float away with the Queen Anne’s Lace on the side of the dirt road.

I want to crawl into your burgeoning ditches and sleep away long nights while you tread slow, waving breezes with your arms, making soft kisses on my skin.

I want to awaken with your dew in the grass in morning and find that the new pears and apples and rhubarb and gooseberry and tomato upstarts have already started the coffee and breakfast which we will of course have outside.

Rubbing my eyes I’m begging now, don’t leave August.

I need you with your lolling boats in the pendulum waters; your mellow and rich demeanour bewitching, casting sunshine diamonds on the water and pulling warm breath from the rocks.

August, you are summer grown up; I have caught up with you.

I think.

But don’t go.

This is a Magpie Tale.  For more creative responses to Willow’s wonderful visual creative writing prompts, visit here.  Go ahead – give it a try!  Stretching your creative muscles is good for you.