Saturday, July 11, 2009

A Summer Poem

Summer Days

Winter is cold-hearted;
Spring is yea and nay;
Autumn is a weathercock;
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree,

When Robin's not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And Larks hang, singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide,
And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider,
Swings from side to side,

And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And lady birds arrive.

Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why one day in the country
Is worth a month in town--
Is worth a day and a year
Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion
That days drone elsewhere.

by Christina Rossetti, 1830-1894

No offense to my friends in town, but I heartily agree with Miss Rossetti! And for the record, I'll say that my favorite seasons are Spring and Fall, but I thoroughly enjoyed this poem, and do have a special love for Summer.


Wayne and Genene said...

I really like the poem but tend to agree with you regarding Spring and Fall.

Wayne and Genene said...

Sorry, I didn't say it was from "Mama" but you probably deduced that since your Dad's favorite is probably Summer (with all the sunny heat)

Laurie L. said...

Love the poem!
I love Spring and Fall also!
Summer does have its blessings that's sure!