Love that first line. . . beautiful image.
Thanks, Kate. I vividly recall standing on my grandparent's porch in that very scenario...
A simple hello, as Spring becomes Summer...
Thank you, Greg. Happy summer to you!
I love the sound of a screen door. It's like hearing from a friend. They all sound a bit different too. The old wooden screen doors had the most character. I would love to hear the sound of the old screen door on back door of my childhood home. Most certainly I would recognize it. And the last time I heard it was more than 40 years ago.
Screen door as friend ... that is a wonderful thought. They do have their different sounds, don't they? Steven, this is a beautiful comment. I'm so glad you share your childhood memories... As I have often said, ours seem remarkably similar.
The sound of a screen door closing is comforting.As a young boy I was fascinated by how the spring pulled the door shut.Summer is almost here!
It is a comforting sound. Thank you for that thought.
Ah yes, screen door time is almost here!
Windows are open and the birds are singing. Yaay!!!
Screen doors are memory catalysts for so many of us... this poem is, in truth, a still life in words ... just beautiful ...
Indeed they are... Thank you so much.
Wonderful images here, both warm and open. Memories of summer!
Thank you, Bill. Good memories they are.
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