GOLDEN SISTERS

GOLDEN SISTERS

Soft summer breezes woven with a
warm blanket of sunshine
Bestows a utopia for
blissful dozing
On a cool screened porch.

One eye keeps a watch
on chipmunks romping in the wood pile
While above the, in the willows
mama chickadees feed their young.

Sparkling morning skies
are a time for sisters to play.
Blithe spirits
wrestling in the grass
chasing a butterfly
Learning to blow bubbles in the water bowl
while retrieving an ice cube.

Carefree days are -
a pool filled with fresh, clear water for play
a Frisbee sailing through the air
nose to nose with a bee in the flower garden
chasing raindrops in an eyening shower.
Our friendship grows -
we share, we learn, we play.

Imperceptibly fall approaches
soon to explode in a riot of color.
There are orchards to track through
flushing out rabbits.
Grandpa's leaf pile
abounds with imagination and fantasy.

Panting breath rises in the crisp air
as paw prints are left
On the early morning frosted ground.

Alas, soon our insouciant days will be over
But this year we have become friends
and mutually we will share our dreams
Before a warm, crackling fire
curled up on our rug together

Just you and I.


Katie c: 1983