A blogging group I belong to is focusing on summer this month and today is the first day of summer. I decided to share a poem about a summer night. (It is night here, now.) Hope you enjoy it.
Back Yard
by Carl SandburgShine on, O moon of summer. Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, All silver under your rain to-night. An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion. A Polish boy is out with his best girl; they marry next month; to-night they are throwing you kisses. An old man next door is dreaming over a sheen that sits in a cherry tree in his back yard. The clocks say I must go—I stay here sitting on the back porch drinking white thoughts you rain down. Shine on, O moon, Shake out more and more silver changes.
What are your thoughts of summer?
Summer is my favorite time of year. I love the warmth and the sunshine. I understand why the pagans worship the sun. Happy Summer to you, too!
ReplyDeleteYou know, I am actually more of a cold weather person.
DeleteLovely poem! I really like that poet.
ReplyDeleteIt's funny; I'm much more a cold weather person too, I think. Fall is my favorite season, but the dead of summer is just to HUMID here that I can't stand it sometimes.