Friday, June 03, 2016

Poetry Friday -- That Moment




That Moment When Summer Arrives, 
Whether or not the Solstice Has Occurred

The peonies are blown.
Rain knocked the petals off
the last poppy
and laid the daisies down on the lawn.
The first fireflies
sparkle the humid night.
You can smell
the grass growing.


©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016


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23 comments:

  1. I have often thought that June 21st really is not the first day of summer. On Tuesday night, we had a hard rain. On Wednesday, when I walked the dog, there were poppy petals all over the sidewalk. They looked like butterfly wings. I love this.

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  2. Great poem, with wonderful signs that summer has indeed arrived on your side of the world.

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  3. Lovely, Mary Lee. No fireflies here :( but plenty of humidity! Your experience of summer makes me go ahhhh.

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  4. Oooh... lovely! I don't know which is my favourite - but I think it might just be that broken poppy petal line. Or is is the daisies laid out on the lawn?

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  5. Your poem is lovely, Mary Lee. I was worried a heavy rain would ruin my iris earlier in the week, but they came through. Still looking forward to the first fireflies.

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  6. What a beautiful moment to capture. Love it!

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  7. A lovely look at rain! Fortunately, we aren't experiencing the same sort of rain they're getting this week in France!

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  8. Love the great images in your poem, the energy and spark! Summer's here!

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  9. Still spring here, with a roller coaster ride of high and low temperatures. The peonies are still shy and tightly bound.

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  10. Ooh, you get fireflies, that's right. I still think they're so magical... and I even kind of like the cicadas. But, not so much. Still, feels like summer just sprung fully formed this weekend, too.

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  11. Yes! Mowed grass and fireflies...summertime is here.

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  12. I went outside after the rain today and definitely smelled the grass growing. Summer is here in South Louisiana.

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  13. What a lovely poem! I tried to pick a favorite line, but couldn't. Peonies, poppies, daisies, and fireflies. The stuff of a magical summer! And that final line--smelling the grass growing...Ahhhh....Thanks so much for sharing!

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  14. Yes! I can relate to all these things except the fireflies. (I've never see one!--that's on my bucket list.) Even our morning walks are starting to smell like summer!

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  15. Mary Lee, I love these photos and poem so much that I think it will be a great ending to Spring's Seeds Gallery. May I capture it from you?

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  16. Oh, those fireflies sparkling the night--gorgeous, Mary Lee!

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  17. Love the imagery in this poem, Mary Lee, especially the poppy petals knocked to the ground by the hard rain. I can see (and smell) that! Beautiful.

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  18. Wonderful poem, Mary Lee. I loved "You can smell the grass growing." I think you're right!

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  19. This definitely smells like summer, Mary Lee - although around here, the peonies haven't yet popped open. But any day now!

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  20. That moment...beautifully captured, Mary Lee. =)

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  21. I was JUST thinking about this yesterday--the fireflies are out and we are supposed to top 97 degrees in SC by the weekend. But it is not technically "summer" yet?? Your poem captures this moment perfectly!

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