According to the calendar we are coasting the curve to Autumn already.
I’l bet you and I are only just getting started to enjoy this delayed season!
So, let it be so, let it be joyous, unplanned, spontaneous, and rich.
Let the words of Mary Oliver give us permission:
“Sixty-seven years, oh Lord, to look at the clouds,
the trees in deep, moist summer,
daisies and morning glories
opening every morning
their small, ecstatic faces —
Or maybe I should just say
How I wish I had a voice
like the meadowlark’s,
sweet, clear, and reliably
slurring all day long
from the fencepost, or the long grass
where it lives
in a tiny but adequate hut
beside the mullein and the everlasting,
the faint pink roses
that have never been improved, but come to bud
then open like little soft sighs
under the meadowlark’s whistle, its breath-praise,
its thrill song, its anthem, its thanks, its
alleluia, Alleluia, oh Lord.”
………………………… MARY OLIVER, quoted in the book,
A Dream of Summer, selected by Robert Atwan, and titled:
While I Am Writing a Poem to Celebrate Summer, the
Meadowlark Begins to Sing.
Open your window early, and take it in.
always with love,