Sunday, July 15, 2012
Today we finally saw the sun,
The air was comfortably warm…
I drove to town to buy some ice
On this day without a storm.
Every home along the way,
Had tenants venturing outside…
Some pulling weeds or painting sheds,
Others polishing their mossy ride.
I saw repairs to a windblown fence,
Children and dogs walk to the shore,
Hedges pruned and grasses mowed,
Impossible deeds the months before.
Whidbey Island was an ant hill,
The weather, its demanding queen…
All ants were called to serve her
Under the sun that’s seldom seen.