SJ Ward is the nom de plume for a talented local poet. The sounds of Summer is inspired, like always, by a broken heart.
The sounds of Summer
She is: There.
Pearls, white and floral
Delightfully rouged beneath the stealth of summer rain.
Lightweight lilac anorak, a blended contrast
Against the cloudful sky
I Stand. smudged, khaki and
denim clinging, damp, curved.
Tanned strength of frame.
Dripping tendrils reveal earrings;
the piercing blue of her sons’ eyes
Behind, the sounds of summer;
Echoes of youth.
Ahead. My gaze alights
Black white, checked legs,
White hair, lone streak of night.
Sitting singular. Compact.
She smiles. I smile back, brief intimate exchange
Recollection; midlife and teens
My chin rises. A little taller now.
She wonders what she thinks.