Sunday, June 1, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry

On warm summer nights
the porch becomes our living room
where Mama takes her reading
and Dad and I play games 
in the patch of brightness
the lamp scatters on the floor.
From the darkness, others come -
small round bodies
clinging to the screens
which separate us
from the yard beyond.
Drawn to our light, 
the June bugs watch our games
and listen to our talk till bedtime
when Mama darkens the porch
and breaks the spell
that holds them close to us.
                              ~ Joanne Ryder


Willow said...

How lovely I sighed from the wonderful feeling it gave me .
Have missed you somehow your posts hadn't been showing up on my list.
Found you again .
Happy June,

Catherine said...

How lovely!
Wishing you a very happy June!!

Marilyn said...

Love the image of June bugs and sitting on the porch on a summer evening, but that word "enchantment" just touches my heart with so many summer images from climbing trees to walk through fine dirt and letting the dirt sift between the toes. Oh delight and enchantment!

Tracy said...

Summer magic... love this! It reminds me of catching bugs with my sister when we were kids--a long time ago... LOL! I miss those innocent summers sometimes. Wishing you & yours a BEAUTIFUL SUMMER, Relyn :o) ((HUGS))

Jeanne said...

Beautiful indeed.
Much love and many blessings
Rabbit Rabbit

amelia said...

That's precisely why I love a good porch . . .

Kamana said...

Happy June. Sending you warm summer wishes.

suz said...

oh that was delicious...
a time gone

suz said...

oh that was delicious...
a time gone

Jennifer Richardson said...

oh bliss.
sweet, simple bliss.
thank you,

Jeanne said...

That brought me right back to the days of my childhood out on the porch. Love it!

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