the summer table

pleasant peaceful days
flow quietly in the past -
unfiled unflagged memories
the details blurred and distant
but i can make my own little flags,
and remember the calls of the chickadees
to mark what's gone by -
the blue glass pitcher
is filled with cool water
from the limestone aquifer
the voices of kids
echo from the front patio
a pair of does
amble through the backyard
a half-grown fawn
peeks into the living room window
the black and white cat
stares right back
it's growing darker
we clear the summer table
Venus glows in the dusk
of the western sky