I want to write, but what is there to say that hasn’t been spoken? Wouldn’t I just be crafting a work of art that would be considered Mimetic?
Often times, while sitting in my white pillared, warm and worn home, I stare out the front window. Through this looking glass I’m presented with big green leaves that are kissed by the sun, the gossip of robins and caws of unseen crows. The old tree, with his bark stained chocolate brown with age, bends to and fro in the breeze of the summer afternoon. The chitchat of the neighborhood provides a low hum as the afternoon sun burns, slowly sinking to the west.
In these moments of normality I often question what more is there to write about? What is more beautiful then an afternoon summer?
It couldn’t be the stark boney fingers of the Maple tree protruding into the grey skies. It couldn’t be the harrowing cries of wind pushing the brown crunchy leaves across the road. And with great confidence I declare, it couldn’t possibly be the screech of metal shovels pushing aside the slushy tears of Mother Nature.
Summer allows us to embrace nature, to sit with her, caress her golden braids of light and dive into the warmth of her waters. Summer allows for naked feet to massage her back and for hands to grip her as they aspire to climb to new perspective. Summer is living.
Perhaps there would be those that disagree, and who am I to say their opinions are wrong? However, I’d say that those people would rather argue these points on a friendly porch, with slices of lemon wedges adorning their drinks. Sitting on Adirondack chairs of youth and flipped flopped feet, we’d lock horns on it’s worth. Quarrelling in the cumbersome costumes of winter would dampen the mood. We can agree that most would rather sip on foamy beer, in tank tops, and debate over a sizzling BBQ than sip on unreliable ciders and wait for the electric glow of appliances.
Summer, my heart grows wane and murky while you vacation. You know I will wait as patient as possible, and upon your return, I will shower you with laughter and late night visits. I will stoke your heart with stories over fire pits and warm your mind with gooey marshmallows. Most of all, I’ll show my kids how to treat you with care so that you will continue to return and teach them how too love as deeply as a Shepherd’s Tree.