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Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the wind in the fields. Bid the last fruits to be full; give them another two more southerly days, press them to ripeness, and chase the last sweetness into the heavy wine. Whoever has no house now will not build one anymore. Whoever
A soft veil dims the tender skies, And half conceals from pensive eyes The bronzing tokens of the fall; A calmness broods upon the hills,And summer’s parting dream distills A charm of silence over all. — Henry Van Dyke In the midst of Summer’s joy, warmth and play — the picnics, the weddings, the family reunions, trips to the beach
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date. Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare Warmth, joy, connection and love are the gifts of Summer and the Fire Element. In Spring, we experienced the essence of theWood Element.
Persephone, Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld “Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And Spring comes green again to trees and grasses.” In the poem, A Spring View, cited in the earlier blog post, A Spring View, Du Fu evokes the feeling of new growth and hope emerging after a time of war. We might
Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And Spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief. — Du Fu (ca. 750 C.E.), from A Spring View, trans. Witter Brynner Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu lived through many years of devastating warfare in his homeland
“The lotus blooms in muddy water.” (a traditional Buddhist saying) I make my home in Cascadia, the damp and forested bioregion of the Pacific Northwest which extends westward from the crest of the Cascades, through river valleys, old coastal mountains, and to the rugged beaches of the Pacific. Spring in Cascadia is a long, wet and messy affair. With mild
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the