Summer Memory at Dripping Springs
© by Tommie Flannery Baskis
Late summer days, linger; in hazy dreams before the door of autumn.
I find in Dripping Springs, an old forgotten rose bush by the white clapboard home; abandoned many, many summers ago.
The rotten bird house still clings to a post at the old, Pickett Cemetery; where many children went to dreamin’, laughing and sleepin’ in another place and time.
Wind moves through the dry poke weed, whistling a tune that sounds like flames cracking.
Poke berries; make the prettiest stain…for my aged, gingham dress
Deepest magenta, I imagine, will stain my hands.
Barn, gone to the trees, sees no one now. Not even secret lovers.
Hay bales, heavy and sweet smelling, sit fat awaiting the autumn damp and mice.
Summer will leave soon; it will find its way back here again after cold winter moons grow tired…
Thank you, Rutger Hauer, for all of the wonderful acting and inspiration you have given to others. Rutger Hauer raises money for women and children with Aids and HIV, through his charity organization, known as Starfish.