ONCE UPON A SUMMERTIME, IF YOU RECALL,
WE STOPPED BESIDE A LITTLE FLOWER STALL
A BUNCH OF BRIGHT FORGET-ME-NOTS
WAS ALL I’D EVER LET YOU BUY ME
ONCE UPON A SUMMERTIME JUST LIKE TODAY
WE LAUGHED THE HAPPY AFTERNOON AWAY
AND STOLE A KISS AT EVERY STREET CAFE
The Virgo part of me (granted, that’s the main part) is happy and content to have clear lines of demarcation for everything. That includes the season. The exact date of each solstice is of the utmost importance. What else would separate us from the slippery slope leading to chaos and uncertainty? This world is close enough to such peril.
However, I find that with the seasons, such a line is arbitrary at best, and deceptive at worst. Seasons do not change in a single day. There is not a switch that goes on or off with each shift from summer to fall. Those changes are gradual. Some have already begun. The goldenrod is in bloom and has been for a while. Some of the maple leaves have lost their green and are shading toward yellow – the effect is a shade of chartreuse not dissimilar to the way they appear in the spring. Everything comes full circle. We all return to where we began.
Tonight we straddle the line between summer and fall. If it’s the former you favor, do visit our Summer Recap 2019: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four. It’s the first summer I’ve been regularly blogging in two years, and it was a sweaty, semi-naked labor of love. If you favor the fall over the heat and haze, stay tuned for a season filled with its heady harvest. Most labors bear fruit at some point… pluck away.
NOW ANOTHER WINTER TIME HAS COME AND GONE
THE PIGEONS FEEDING IN THE SQUARE HAVE FLOWN
BUT I REMEMBER WHEN THE VESPERS CHIMED
YOU LOVED ME ONCE UPON A SUMMERTIME.
