Summer Gifts

Dear Friends, the following poem expresses so well my feeling of summer, and life. The gift of the unveiling of all this beauty is what I wish to offer you during this magical moment in time known as Solstice.

Soul-stice, a moment of standing still in the ever pouring rays of light.

So, in honor of Solstice,
in honor of all of you beautiful dear ones,
I post this poem, with images of the roses she admires ~
no better teacher, no better reflection,
bold, daring, crisp, and preciously, so infinitely delicate.

Love you all ~


more soon

The poet visits the Museum of Fine Arts

For a long time
I was not even
in this world, yet
every summer

Every rose
opened in perfect sweetness
and lived
in gracious repose,

in its own exotic fragrance,
in its huge willingness to give
something, from its small self,
to the entirely of the world.

I think of them, thousands upon thousands,
in many lands,
whenever summer came to them,

Out of the patience of patience,
to leaf and bud and look up
into the blue sky
or, with thanks,

Into the rain
that would feed
their thirsty roots
latched into the earth--

Sandy or hard, Vermont or Arabia,
what did it matter,
the answer was simply to rise
in joyfulness, all their days.

Have I found any better teaching?
Not ever, not yet.
Last week I saw my first Botticelli
and almost fainted,

and if I could I would paint like that
but am shelved somewhere below, with a few songs
About roses: teachers, also, of the ways
Toward thanks, and praise.

By Mary Oliver

More musings on Venus page here

And more summer photos ~

3 thoughts on “Summer Gifts

  1. Tom Deshaies

    What a beautiful tribute to the summer solstice, Catherine! It has inspired me to head out today and smell some roses. Thank you!


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