


Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts
I dig computers



Upon summer’s cusp
Each day the air gets warmer
Joyful, carefree hearts

As I’m walking past
Quietly amidst the green
The moss sings to me

Walking this roadside
Deep within my mind’s silence
As the sunlight fades


Summer approaches
Spring time’s flowers are fading
The air is warmer

Under this sunshine
Pondering fragility
And life’s strange graces
Such a strange week. Monday afternoon my son crashed his skateboard, ending up with a significant concussion and “mild” bleeding on the brain. Monday night & Tuesday were spent talking about many possible (and frightening) scenarios. Wednesday we’re talking about leaving and Thursday we made it home. Friday we joined some friends for dinner. Surreal, in the end.
Now, we only just started this journey. 45 minutes at dinner with friends exhausted him. He spent most this morning’s energy at our eye doctor’s simply getting glasses adjusted.
We’re home. His mind is mostly intact, and healing quickly. Doctors believe we’ll have 100% recovery. Looking at the possibilities, I feel deep gratitude. We escaped some brutal stuff. I’m grateful for that.
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My son is sleeping
As night has taken over
This long week ending
I lay here at night
Delighting in the calmness
The air refreshes

My son is sleeping
Night’s healing power acting
As we move forward