Empty Chairs

I can’t reflect on anything more colorful than friends and family around a fire pit…laughing white sticky mouths, fireworks, hotdogs on a stick and a chocolate birthday cake eaten by a dog.  Nice weather ushers in all kinds of memories, from yesterday, last weekend….from years gone by.

Bare feet…bare shoulders…bare hearts…bare naked, bear hugs and berry stained butts.  Making mud, making friends, making night air love, promises, laughter and making wishes on twinkling stars.  Basking in sun drops, in black dirt, basking in an open armed sky, in appreciation, forgiveness, basking in moment living and whispered singing.  Warm love, warm sun kissed cheeks,warm garden stained toes, warm feelings, skin and warm blowing green. Thirsty for cold water, for smiling air and sharing, thirsty after sweating…after belly laughing, after loving, after drinking in the familiar.  Thirsty for the new and thirsty after bon-fire sunflower seed eating.  Reaching for the clothes line, for the bird feeder,  for the sky and reaching for wishes …reaching to be better,  to be stronger. Reaching higher and pushing farther. Running through sprinklers, running from a fire cracker, running into the screen door, running through people…”Captain may I?”...and laughing while a racoon runs from a June Berry.

Empty chairs the day after, bring memories of a love filled bonfire.