The veil between my beloved summer and autumn has once again descended. Like last year, it has tumbled earlier than in the past. I’ve learned to find delights in each season but summer is where my heart sings. The quotes below, for me, reflect that sentiment.
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” – Albert Camus
“In summer, the song sings itself.” – William Carlos Williams
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
L’ete
Slowing down my mind
Halt the eternal quest
For tomorrow, next week
Or a favorite holiday
Even before summer’s
Waning begins, the
Yearning for it starts
Anew
*
Learning to delight in
Nuances of each season
Colors of gold, red, yellow
Then brown splashes
Across the vineyards to
Les arbres
Soups simmer once again
A late squash-corn chowder,
Black bean or hearty vegetable
Avec pois chiche
*
Le Printemps donne l’espoir
Les fleurs,
Vibrant green leaves
Sur le vigne
Life cycle
Reaffirms herself
Mother Nature bestows her gifts
*
Most difficult
Pour moi
Making peace
Avec l’hiver
Taking my breath away
Lodging its chill
Deep in my bones
Even when sunlight bounces
Across a rare snow
Longing takes over
Summer feels so far away
*
Bisous,
Léa
That was lovely! I could feel each season as it wafted by.
Pam, how kind. Alas, my thoughts always take me to the summer’s warmth. In case you hadn’t guessed, I do not do well in the cold…
My preference is the Fall.
Enjoy it. The seasons, except winter, often seem to go so quickly and autumn here is amazing. I do love the changing colors and the vendange… and of course, someone has to raise a glass or two at the wine fetes. 😉 Unfortunately, winter feels like it lasts longer than the other three seasons put together. ; (
Your poem struck a responsive chord with me. I remember the act moment I experienced the following this year (on the back street with my husband, walking the dog):
Even before summer’s
Waning begins, the
Yearning for it starts
Anew
Liz, thank you. It was generous of you to share that. x