Singing to a Summer Night
Have you watched the night sky around midsummer?
The middle of the year has arrived, and with it the middle of summer. The developing El Niño has delayed the arrival of summer rain, though it is expected to give us higher than usual amounts this winter.
This haiku was written the day the current heat dome moved into our region, expanding outward from Texas. The sky became cloudy, the air pressure rose, and so did the temperatures.
I can only imagine what this weather system must feel like where it is also spreading on into the humid climates further east. It is brutal even here, with our single-digit humidity.
But if the days are difficult with the heat, the nights are indescribably beautiful.
For Summer Nights
When the new moon wraps round the old moon’s heart,
When the red star hangs near the Scorpion's tail,
When the Swan flies low along summer’s trail
(Though the paths of the stars know no end nor start);
When Venus waits like a new-fledged bird
Just daring to open her wings for flight,
When beyond your soul there lies naught but night–
Then sing to the night that you may be heard;
For the stars go on beyond life’s end,
And the stars and the moon and the night are sweet;
When they come so close they are ours to greet;
So sing to the night as friend to friend.
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