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We painted on the hilltop
overlooking the sandy beach,
as the slanting bluffs nearby
nosed over a lapping azure sea.
We sprinkled with sunlight
our canvases gooey with oil paints.
The voices of other people
who joined us
radiated with busy cheer.
Later, the sun blurred my eyes
when we stood for a photo,
just you and I,
our pictures finished.
What a pleasant, relaxing
day.
I can’t find the photo
anywhere. It’s
inside me.
© by Heather Sager.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Heather Sager lives in a suburb in northern Illinois, but says her rural Minnesota upbringing makes her “crave nature.” An author of poetry and short fiction, her work has appeared in a number of different journals and anthologies. Heather can often be found at her local library, the forest preserve, at band concerts (with her son), or at her local coffee shop. She also enjoys traveling.
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KevinArnold:
Fun. Curious as to which suburb as I grew up in Barrington (now in SF Bay Area).
Posted 05/04/2023 10:50 PM
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Wilda Morris:
I know the feeling of being unable to find a photo that is etched in memory. Well-expressed.
Posted 05/03/2023 10:33 AM
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Anastasia:
A beautiful memory, and well expressed!
Posted 05/02/2023 02:50 PM
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Lori Levy:
I can see this beautiful scene clearly. Great ending.
Posted 05/02/2023 01:28 PM
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KevinArnold:
Fun. Curious as to which suburb as I grew up in Barrington (now in SF Bay Area).
Posted 05/02/2023 01:13 PM
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Jancan:
What a descriptive, appealing, lovely poem--especially the last lines, which are so deeply meaningful!
Posted 05/02/2023 11:35 AM
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Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love this poem from the title to the last line. Sprinkled with sunshine reminds me of powdered sugar doughnuts. I can see, taste and smell this poem. Favorite line: We sprinkled with sunlight our canvases gooey with oil paints.
Posted 05/02/2023 10:13 AM
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Larry Schug:
Nice surprise ending.
Posted 05/02/2023 07:59 AM
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