As the sun came up I ran through fields of lupines
Purple bells etched in its warm glow
Tall coarse grass scraping my arms and ankles
I picked soft wild strawberries that survived the mowing
daintily placing them in a blue speckled mug
Lunch was on the porch
The air bearing a fresh pine tree perfume
I ate a sandwich and chips listening to the
wings of a hummingbird zip back and forth
between pine trees and plastic flowers.

In the heat of the afternoon I chased a butterfly
Black with white stripes and a furry body
It fluttered to the dirt road to soak up the sun
But my net was not fast enough
It simply left
gaining height and freedom

After dinner I’d sit on the dock
My legs swinging as my toes grazed the surface of the water
sending wrinkles to mix with waves.
I jabbed a spoon in my mug
Smashed and blended the wild strawberries,
creating a Rangeley ice cream.
The wind picked up and blew across the water
To hit my face as the sun
positioned itself in front of my eyes as it
Brightened and shifted numerous shades of orange.
Blinded but content
I slurped melting ice cream from spoons
and watched the blue turn to black.