Here we are smack in the middle of summer and I keep hearing about autumn just around the corner and getting ready for back to school… when here in Seattle summer literally just started! How disconcerting.
Last week I made this photograph of the always stunning Olympic Mountains with a sweet sliver of a moon. Around the same time I was noticing how very melancholy I feel these days, yet also incredibly joyful. I must say, it’s a rather bizarre combination.
So I wrote a poem about it.
Sliver Moons and the melancholy joy of summer
Sliver moons speak to me of new beginnings
and how strange this contrast
how do we live this tension?
the passing of seasons
joy for the miracles that have transpired
and now… what comes next?
“to move into what’s next, we need courage”
in courage, confidence and strength
either way, it is completely mysterious
kissing my face
One response to “Sliver Moons and the melancholy joy of summer”
Love this poem and photo! Have you seen Magritte’s lamppost paintings? The mood is wonderful, and reminds me of your poem because the painting depicts both night and day, just as your poem captures both the melancholy and the joy of summer.