Writers’ group – we all put one word in a bowl. Something that reminds us of summer. Then we go around the room and randomly draw a word. Timer is set and off we go, pens grabbing words from our women’s hearts. This is the word I chose. At first I sat there, unable to summon forth much, but what surfaced was sweet memories.
The smell of freshly mown grass
The perfume of chlorophyll and Copper Tone
Feet on vacation – released from sneakers and school
Run towards the misty prism arch
Skip over the sprinklers
Droplets of water glisten my back
Fingers catch the sun
And later a few fireflies
Does anyone else have a sprinkler memory? On this steamy summer day, I’m refreshed thinking about this and would love to hear from you!