Feeling the pressure of summer fun.
The past few days my post on Signs in Nature of Winter to Come has been one of the most read articles. That is odd. It’s still summer for almost two more months. Then there is still the wonderful autumn.
Are people already thinking about winter?
Maybe it has been hot where they are sitting at their computer and the thought of a crisp winter day sounds appealing. I will admit that I had that…
Further proof that the universe is always seeking balance.
In summer Jersey streets and narrow driveways
not urban enough for stickball, we played
kickball, freeze tag, dodgeball and wiffle ball.
I whiffed in many at-bats, happy strikeouts,
yellow plastic bat to curveballs, sinkers, risers.
Summer is the off season for schools,
but the learning continues in its ways
We teach, and then we are gone.
What more can we do but plant
a few seeds and hope for rain.
Halfway through the year, but early summer
feels to me like a new year.
Fresh green growth untouched by heat, drought,
insects, disease or harvest. We’re halfway home.
I see a light. I smell dinner.
This early morning’s organic matcha powder tea
ground from fine Japanese green tea leaves
for my not-traditional tea ceremony of summer
whisked in a bowl , water lightly boiling,
frothy, bright green, sip from summer passed -
present in one cup of the past
Solstice, sol sistere, sun to stand still.
Not that it did stand still today,
but we paused for a celestial moment
to consider that summer in the north
and winter in the south had arrived.
— William Carlos Williams
A summer river being crossed
with sandals in my hands!
Evening breeze -
water is slapping against the legs
of a blue heron.
Short summer night.
On the back of a hairy caterpillar
In the summer rain
4 haiku by Yosa Buson (1716 ~ 1783)
The timing of the solstice depends on when the Sun reaches its farthest point north of the equator.
The word solstice is from the Latin solstitium, from sol (sun) and stitium(to stop) from the ancient idea that the Sun appears to stop at this time (and again at the winter…
from that summer when we were fifteen
that hot day behind the beach house
her bare shoulders, back, arms and legs -
when I suddenly realized she’s a woman
and it startled me. It startled me.
Today’s first grass cutting of the season.
Tune the mower, new spark, fresh oil.
Hands smelling of gasoline, spring and green.
I like overlapping the wheels’ cutting lines,
the crew-cut evenness of summer to come.
climb the dunes on Flickr.
"In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger