Through The Long Shadows

and into the house - written and visual poetry

Memories of summer

Those Days by Mary Oliver

When I think of her I think of the long summer days
she lay in the sun, how she loved the sun, how we
spread our blanket, and friends came, and

the dogs played, and then I would get restless and
get up and go off to the woods
and the fields, and the afternoon would

soften gradually and finally I would come
home, thro…