L’ete

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

Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

6 thoughts on “L’ete”

    1. 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…

      1. 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. ; (

  1. 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

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