One Last Sip of Summer

The Summer months seem to be the Points, Lines and Planes of the Geometry of Seasons.

It’s not over yet, but  
I grasp tightly onto this summer—  
It’s as if the geometry of seasons  
Is held together by these three months of constant daydreaming.  
It’s funny how we live and dream with such intensity,  
Because it’s green, and then it’s russet warm.  
Summer is as much a shout as it is a hush!  
It reveals yet protects all the secrets life holds.  
The poet reaches a delicate point  
Where words feel damp and awkward,  
Dancing and playing in a kind of magic.  
We abhor symmetry in summertime;  
We crave scorching heat, thunderstorms, and endless daylight.  
Summer is the eternal return of youth, passion,  
And the hunger to simply be.  
Not long now—make the most of August;  
The unavoidable fall is haunting me. 

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by John Singer Sargent - The work is set in an English garden at Farnham House in the Cotswolds where Sargent spent the summer of 1885. It is probably my favourite painting depicting the joy of summer as all children should experience it.