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Summer Season Poetry


Had a memorable conversation with a child once who informed me there were four seasons. Please tell their names I asked. 

'Okay' she said. 'Summer, Awesome, Winter, Spring.'

She was closer to the truth than she realised, for the seasons are quite awesome, each in their own way, have fascinated poets, forever.

December marks the beginning of Summer in Australia  and these poems hopefully capture a sense of the warm season. Summer means many things in Australia. For many, summer present means danger, drought and bushfires. I have at time been drawn to writing about this dark side of summer for it has been part of my lived experience. 

While remaining fully aware of these potential dangers, summer also brings positives. For many it means holidays, relaxed living and family time.

  It is forever a season capable of mixed blessings, possessingthe same complexity as the human condition. Poets are continually drawn to summer musings and I am one such poet...


Inyinnyi-The Smell Of The Earth After Summer Rain

Upon the coming of gentle rain

Trailing in behind a warm summer spell

The refreshed ground around me

Releases the oils of the earth.

 

They rise to inform me

Of a transformed state of being

And all my thought of worldly conflict

For a brief moment fades

And inyinnyi’s unique scent

Holds sway

And I am in awe.

Alanj Wright

Inyinnyi is an indigenous word for the smell of the earth following rain.







Summer Solitude

It's easier to be alone

in summer.

In winter

with everyone confined indoors

most days.

Life becomes crowded.


In summer.

the garden generously offers up

shady corners,

quiet nooks,

where one can be detached from the world,

lazing in the shadows.


People leave you at peace in summer.

They leave you alone

settled for a time,

in your shaded corner,

deep in summery contemplation

and perfect stillness.


Winter brings on

huddling.

Summer is for solitude.


Alan j Wright


Paul Kelly sings 'Petrichor' at the Sydney Opera House.

It is once more Poetry Friday and our host this week is Linda Mitchell at A Word Edgewise. Linda is having fun taking two or more poems and mash them together in interesting combinations. This form of poetry is called cento. Check it out...


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  1. Sigh. I admit to envying your summer...I would love to chase summer around the globe. Thanks for sharing the word, inyinnyi with us. I love learning new words , and of course, petrichor is a favorite! I didn't know the origins.
    I love that line, "releases oils of the earth." That perfumy scent is a great one to imagine even in my dark, cold, December. Best wishes on some solitude blended with family time. Your poems bring me joy!

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    1. When I worked in New York I would experience two winters each year, Linda. That wasn't so thrilling. Glad you liked the new words and thank you for your kind wishes. May your joy continue.

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  2. Oooooh. Summer solitude. I'd never thought of that. But you could be right. (Though to be honest, it's been 'sapping summer scorchers - snooze incoming' around here of late.)

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    1. Oh Kat, you are experiencing summer conditions far more challenging than those in Melbourne. Although it will reach 41 degrees on Monday- a taste of summer's excessive heat. Stay cool and keep looking for some of that solitude.

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  3. Thanks for teaching me some new words, Alan. I love the smell of rain as it unleashed "the oils of the earth." Enjoy your summer solitude.

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    1. Love sharing new words, Rose, so thanks for the feedback. Inyinnyi is one of the joys of summer.

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  4. We do relish the smell of 'Inyinnyi', as. you also shared, 'petrichor', Alan, mostly because we have so little rain so when it happens, hurrah, that 'brief moment' is one to celebrate. The solitude of summer thoughts is intriguing to me, since I see so many neighbors then and often, but other years and places show me your 'shady corners' and 'quiet nooks'. Happy summer to you!

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    1. So true, Linda. We truly appreciate those rising earthy scents when we have experienced protracted dry, hot weather. Finding solitude is not confined to the summer, we can seek it out anytime. I read a quote this very day that said-'Solitude is not something you must hope for the future. Rather it is a deepening of the present.' Thomas Merton. Thank you for your summer wishes. Be warm and well.

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  5. Alan, thanks for the new words .I must admit that I don't think of summer as one for solitude but I certainly think of winter as huddling together inside. I am feeling the warmth of your summer day so thank you for this and the song.

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    1. I guess solitude is attainable in any season, Carol. I don't see it as confined to summer despite linking it in my poem. 'Solitude is not something you must hope for the future. Rather it is a deepening of the present.' Thomas Merton. I'm pleased my summer day feelings are reaching you

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