The First Day of Summer










Tomorrow is a blank piece of paper
For me to color
However I want.
After a long sleep,
And a long stretch,
And a long, long daydream,
I can draw whatever I want.
I can use whatever color I choose.
Maybe I’ll make the sky pink and the trees blue
Just because I want to.
I’ll take my time drawing sun and sky and earth and me in the middle.
I might take all day to draw my world.
And no one will be there to tell me time is running out
Because tomorrow is a blank piece of paper
Just for me.

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(c) Elizabeth Steinglass, 2013, all rights reserved

26 replies
  1. Janet F.
    Janet F. says:

    I love thinking of summer that way. I think that is exactly how I felt as a child. What a wonderful way to start the day, reading your poem that is. And being able to choose how to spend my time in summer: freedom!!!

  2. lsteinglass
    lsteinglass says:

    I’m glad you liked the use of long. Sometimes repetition is just the right thing. And sometimes you need a regular word and not a fancy one.
    I hope you found your piece of paper!

    • lsteinglass
      lsteinglass says:

      Sad but true. At the beginning it seems like the summer will be long and luxurious but it’s over way too fast–like a long weekend.

  3. Robyn Hood Black
    Robyn Hood Black says:

    Playing a wee bit of catch-up; this month/start to summer has been so busy already! I hope you greet each day of your summer with creative abandon. Enjoyed that robin’s egg post, too – I have a couple of shells on a windowsill from earlier this spring, and the last baby from the later batch out back just left the nest yesterday. (I remember being graced with a robin’s nest on the front porch beam of my cabin at the Highlights poetry workshop where we met!)


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