Lake in Northern Ontario
 Summer Vacation The chairs are stacked, the books all stowed, the floor Swept clean of all debris. Students are gone, In a confusion of good byes. Alone She takes a last look back then shuts the door. A week to rest, recoup her energy Perhaps in quiet reflection just sit Or go out in the garden, weed a bit Lie on a mat, read under a tree. And then she has two workshops she must take Has lessons, activities to plan too, Standards to meet with lessons fun to do, And last, a fun-filled weekend at the lake. In early August, Autumn will draw near. A list of last things to do she will make And at the crack of dawn she will awake, All ready to start a brand new school year. -MW | Summer is… Long days in the sun Running through sprinklers Swimming in the pool] Eating popsicles, While riding your bike By the empty school. Summer of freedom Spending time with friends Working summer job Or lounging about, Moments of quiet Before your new path. A break from routine, Time with family, Outings with the kids: Zoo, merry-go-round. No evening homework. Long twilight evenings Sitting on the porch Quietly talking Watching children play, Remembering days past Of your own childhood …is Summer -MW |
 Last week of the school year Class trip to the Oakland Zoo Late Osprey Summer  Rivet August 8, 2017 contemplating migration? all rights belong to GGAS The last chick fledged, the pair sits on the nest Quietly watching out over the Bay. They now have time to sit, to watch, to rest, To spend time by themselves resting each day The fledglings fly, soaring over the Bay To fish, find friends, whatever they may wish, Learn as they roost each night and fly each day,, And visit the nest when they want a fish Until one Autumn day they come no more. Soon after Rosie too, takes to the sky. Alone, Richie flies to the reservoir, While the others to Southern beaches fly. And thus the season ends, while in the West Dockside, there sits an empty osprey nest. -MW  Empty Nest Sept. 7, 2017 all rights belong to GGAS |  Summer in Ontario A Passing Summer Storm Low-floating, moist-laden billowing clouds Above a landscape thirsting for moisture. All is hope and expectation. People and plants stare and wait. Thunder follows flashes of lightning. A sudden wind begins to blow, A downpour follows in its wake, A sigh of relief wells and spreads. Flashes and rumble quickly subside, The rush of wind becomes a whisper, The darkened sky now gradually lightens And the rain sings its pitter-patter. Hours of soothing steady raindrops Leave the landscape quenched and fresh, Leave human beings relieved and thankful, Assured that all's well with the world. JM  Píccola says: Summer bliss is lying in the late morning sun on my master's lap. |