Where did the summer go?
It went home
Where tottering stacks of ironing lay neglected
To cluttered cupboards that needed organizing
And dark, dreary closets that screamed to be thinned.
It went to the garden
Where stubborn weeds towered over rosebushes
To brilliant pink cosmos borders that needed deadheading
And hummingbird feeders, parched and waiting.
It went to the kitchen
Where warm blueberry scones burst from the oven
To freshly shucked white corn and barbecue any night
And sugary peaches, plums and dark chocolate at my fingertips.
It went to sleep
In between well worn cotton sheets
Early or late, it didn’t matter
And it woke me without an alarm.
It went to friends
Restaurants, cafes and bars for celebration
And long chats on the couch because we could.
It went to my children
Laying bricks and eating gallo pinto
And making memories to last forever.
Searching for that perfect place for her
Soaking in the moments, the emotions
And feeling conflicted about her leaving.
It went to my students
Scouring the internet for the latest teaching trends
Reading, writing, planning, dreaming
And creating exciting new experiences.
It went to writing
Time to journal, to think, to center
Allowing myself time to feel the words through my fingertips
And share my life with you.
It went to books
Written by powerful, thoughtful women
And Toni Morrison.
It went traveling
By plane, by car, by foot and by pick up truck
And beautiful, strong, glorious Nicaragua.
Where did the summer go, you ask?
It went inside my heart, stilled my breath, helped me grow
Paused my mind, made me think, cry, laugh, smile
And nurtured my soul.