Friday, February 15, 2008


Down to the woods, to the dock at the pond, where sweet summer magic lies sleeping,
we carry out bags full of wonder and fear: precious packages within our keeping.

With a brilliant explosion the magic awakes, raining glittering light on the water;
Fountains and burst of colorful glory, to shine though darks nights ever after.

1 comment:

Christy Voelkel said...

beautiful. I too had fireworks at my grandparents' river dock.