William Ricci

Tag: summer

  • Summer, morning walk

    An early morning walk in the calm and cool air. Before the paths and sand become too hot, there is a peace holding each grain, each branch, and each creature that stirs. Shadows leap from treetops to limbs. The lake is flat and hugs the shoreline closely. The sun wavers in the canopy as a…

  • Stone Path Review – Summer 2013

    We are less than 6-weeks away from the next issue of Stone Path Review – www.stonepathreview.com This issue is shaping up nicely and will focus on photography art, including an an interview with a photographer, as well as a handful of awesome poems. As we have an open submission cycle, please visit our website and…

  • Early Summer Morning

    As a thunderstorm approaches from the west, I listen to various bird calls such as the robin and oriole. As more lightning flashes across rooftops, and the thunder becomes more immediate, their calls quiet. Soon, the soundscape is replaced by heavy raindrops blanketing streets, patios, and window screens with water. Further plunged into the storm,…

  • Poem – The Old Barn 2

    This is the second of three parts to the “Old Barn” poems. The Oklahoma Barn 1 In the summer of 1974, I spent 3-months with grandma and grandpa Batcher at the farm on the plains of eastern Oklahoma, surrounded by fireweed and roses. 2 I remember our second summer together, and the first road trip…

  • Sunday Morning

    Before the heat and severe storms rumble in this afternoon A robin is perched atop the wireless internet receiver A grey squirrel flaunts his semi-bushy tail The umbrella’s shadow shortens The same palette was used to paint the sky this blue.

  • A June Afternoon, Staring at the Sky

    Birds I do not know the name of. Small collections of cotton from the aptly named cotton wood tree. A robin flying from the neighbors roof to a tree in the yard. Deep blue azure background to the expanding and contracting white clouds. A Delta airplane, and then another I did not recognize. Swaying tree…

  • Something is Missing

    What the hell happened to spring?  Winter has quickly left our thawed memories and spring has sprung for the time being.  Thoughts of rolling white slopes turn to the chaos of natures pointed words. Soon the skies will be filled with dark clouds from far reaches of open fields, across the plains of northern lands,…