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

Sheltered us,

While your kisses and the flowers,

Falling, falling,

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. 

- Bises,
Nora