Summer Breeze

As I looked out
through the eyes of our home,
I watched you, sitting on the back deck.
I marveled at your quiet beauty.
The sun shone brightly
on your slightly bent head
as you read a book,
occasionally looking up
at the wind swayed trees and flying birds,
and the busy squirrels in the yard.

I stood there for quite some time,
watching you, as visions
of the past and the future
blew through my head like a summer breeze.

The flowers in the garden, under your care
and bountiful rain, had blossomed with
a pleasant generosity.
Even the house had taken on a new coat of paint,
the floor, a new look,
and that, which was broken, was fixed.

© Jim Desson, August 21, 1996