Summer Being

“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…”― susan polis schutz

June by John Updike

“The sun is rich
And gladly pays
In golden hours,
Silver days,

And long green weeks
That never end.
School’s out.
The time Is ours to spend.

There’s Little League,
Hopscotch, the creek,
And, after supper,
Hide-and-seek.

The live-long light
Is like a dream,
and freckles come
Like flies to cream.”

Memorial Day weekend.
Threshold to summer.
Invitation to slow, savor, saunter.
Each season brimming with possibility.
Overflowing with delight.
More being, less doing.
Heed the call.
Join the dance.

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby