Summer is here at last. A season to revel in the profound freedom of more daylight and energy from the sun whilst simultaneously basking in the slow hazy filled days. For me, this means both a season of doing, and a season of meaningful observation. What better way to soak up the simple wonders of summer but through the artful lens of poetry. Poetry, like music, has a certain je ne sais quoi..way of explaining the unexplainable and expressing the inexpressible musings of the heart.
Summer Night, Riverside
In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
While your kisses and the flowers,
Tangled in my hair....
The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.
And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back.
To-night what girl
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year's blossoms, clinging to its coils?
- Sara Teasdale
All of the possibilities of summer lay spread out before us, testing our ability to make time for everything. At times, summers have slipped by me, seamlessly merging into autumn before I have a chance to check everything off my to-do list. However, this summer, I truly hope that you are able to embrace the ancient rhythms of this season and create a balance that allows for you to slow down and observe the passing sun soaked days. Who knows, you may even be inspired to write your own poem.