28 February, 2013

Thursday Poem - The Time

Summer is the time to write. I tell myself this
in winter especially. Summer comes,
I want to tumble with the river
over rocks and mossy dams.

A fish drifting upside down.
Slow accordians sweeten the breeze.

The Sanitary Mattress Factory says,
"Sleep is Life."
Why do I think of forty ways to spend an afternoon?

Yesterday someone said, "It gets late so early."
I wrote it down. I was going to do something with it.
Maybe it is a title and this life is the poem.

~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
(from Fuel)

3 comments:

Tabor said...

I have to re-read this several times...not yet in summer thinking.

Rain Trueax said...

So true for how we put off things and find something not realizing we did. The muse strikes again ;)

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

You make me smile.
Like Tabor, I have to read again
to let it soak into my winter
brain...