Monday, August 8, 2011
Dreaming of cool air.
N.D. Wilson writes in
Notes from a Tilt-A-Whirl:
"Summer --sun-cure the world.
Here Spring grows and greens
and warms , spreading life,
wrapping us in her arms,
until suddenly we realize that she's
not a girl anymore. She's a woman.
A woman named Summer.
The world is still greening while the
students leave this town. ....The
students leave the full joy of
spring's summer transition to the
It's quieter that way, and we listen
to the leaves grow and the wheat
combing the wind's belly.
Spring is spiritual. Resurrection
always is. Summer brings the fruit
of that resurrection."
Summer reading: at the beach last