Summer Wishes
I'm wishing you
the most wonder-filled summer.
Yes, the most wonder-filled of all
where every moment is savored
from when the sun first arises
to the moment it slowly falls,
after every new day that leads to the next
in harbors, on porches, in meadows, on decks,
lakeside and seaside, beside ponds and brooks,
in comfy old chairs next to tables of books,
old blankets on lawns, and striped towels in the sand,
sea salt sparkling on your skin, and seashells in your hand,
and pine cones and fir trees and blueberries in pails,
the sighting of dolphins and breaching of whales,
drinking wine from old teacups,
paper cups with straws, ice-cold ginger ale,
running through forests, sitting quietly on a log,
cool mornings by a lighthouse, disappearing in the fog,
charred burgers and grilled hotdogs
smothered in relish and more,
whoopie pies and lobster rolls
and fingers gooey with burnt s'mores,
seagulls and sandpipers and seafoam on your feet,
clam digging and strawberry picking
near the corner store where everyone meets,
the yesteryear stories, old photos in a drawer,
and young folk asking what blue mason jars are for,
saltwater taffy in every flavor you desire,
and wrapping up in a quilt in front of a fire.
Yes, I'm wishing you a wonder-filled summer
and a wonder-filled life,
where every waking moment is succulent and rife
with heady conversations and creaking screen doors
that open to a world of wildflowers, sun showers,
to calico cats and clambakes on the shore,
and houses and cabins built with love and worn hands
with clapboards and sideboards and pumpkin-pine floors.
Yes, I'm wishing you a wonder-filled summer
and I know that you will
collect new memories and dream new dreams
as you wander among driftwood, walk paths and old trails
and meander across landscapes with their summer-clad hills.
Written for Figgy with Love
Copyright © Gregory Joseph Firlotte | Year Posted 2026
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