Monday August 8th A Stone/ Magpie Tales

Night time sky

A Stone: One Daily Observation

It is the cycle we live with, day into night, and night into day.




Summer Evening 1947, Edward Hopper


Summer Nights

It seems in memory

Everyone was out then

Playing in the fog

Of the mosquito truck

Catching fireflies

Playing hide and seek

Skin all hot and sweaty

Play clothes stuck to

Bodies like second skin

There were lots of children in our neightborhood

Always someone to play with

The sky was full of stars

Not so many electric lights

Homes were open

Windows and doors

Hi!  Come on in

People sitting on the front porch

It was a different time for sure

Today to out at night

Is to go alone

Every house shut up tight

Doors locked

Porch light turned off

Windows closed

A tiny light flickers inside

Family round the TV

Alone is what we are

Hopper knew this

It’s what he paints about