... screen door opens to small faces
... withered hands tenderly place drooping cowslips in a green vase
... crossed legs cradle a favorite book
... on the page a grizzly bear scooping salmon from a stream
... summer seeping through etched glass
Photograph by Wilma Birdwell
Love that first line. . . beautiful image.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kate. I vividly recall standing on my grandparent's porch in that very scenario...
DeleteA simple hello, as Spring becomes Summer...
DeleteThank you, Greg. Happy summer to you!
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteScreen 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.
DeleteThe sound of a screen door closing is comforting.
ReplyDeleteAs 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.
DeleteAh yes, screen door time is almost here!
ReplyDeleteWindows are open and the birds are singing. Yaay!!!
DeleteScreen doors are memory catalysts for so many of us... this poem is, in truth, a still life in words ... just beautiful ...
ReplyDeleteIndeed they are... Thank you so much.
DeleteWonderful images here, both warm and open. Memories of summer!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bill. Good memories they are.
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