Surely this is the best time of year to be where I am, right here. I’ve never spent early summer on the Slovenian coast before. To go from Andalusia to Northern Slovenia last year was too much of a wrench, I felt that I’d been almost instantaneously robbed of summer.
In southern Spain, this time of year is sweltering. Already it’s too hot for me: the only time for outdoor activities is just before the dawn, or after sundown, and even then it stays hot all night. The beauty of spring bursting into summer happens much earlier, in late April to early May.
Right now right here is just perfect, with all the early summer flowers in bloom, and the bees having a heyday. Yet I’m a fool for feeling sad when I am happiest, knowing it can’t last.
Solstice me silly
to think that summer joy could
last the whole year round
Written for dVerse
Frank is hosting Haibun Monday, and has asked us to write haibun of the solstice. Where I live, it is high summer, and my absolute favourite time of the year. I try not to spoil it for myself by thinking about how quickly it passes. I wrote a poem for the winter solstice which demonstrates how my mood can change at the opposite end of the year.
Join us at dVerse for more seasonal haibun. The bar is open!
It sounds lovely there, Ingrid! It was hot, but still beautiful over the weekend. Today it’s humid and icky.
Thanks Merril! It’s actually quite humid and icky here right now too 😅
Here in Central Texas, summer is the same. My summer poems are nearly all about heat.
I hope you’re coping with the heat!
Now the most beautiful part of summer is coming to an end here as well… but come July I will go north to seek this time again… maybe one could become a migratory bird constantly seeking an eternal early June …
That sounds like a fine solution!
We’re having a spate of summer thunderstorms this week. Trees, lawns and shrubs are luscious green….and I just had a slice of watermelon for my lumch!!
How lovely: my son’s favourite! We usually get huge thunderstorms in August.
We’re having a spate of summer thunderstorms, and everything is so lush and green. I just had a slice of watermelon for my lunch. Ahhhhh, summer !
Beautiful poem Ingrid. I am so glad you like Slovenia.
Thank you Gabriela, it is hard not to like it 🌹
Growing up in WA state, I suffered for most of the summers when I relocated to LA for a decade. I returned home in 1985, and couldn’t be happier. We had our air conditioning overhauled last week, and it’s 85 outside today.
Hi Glenn, I hope you’re managing to stay cool! Sorry, this comment ended up in my spam so I’ve only just seen it now.
Love the haiku, Ingrid. ‘Solstice me silly,’ that line tickled me. The rain just started here and it’s a huge relief as it’s been sticky the past few nights. Enjoyed.
We could use a little of that rain here right now actually 🥵
Fingers crossed then. A storm always clears the air.
To treasure a summer for all time. Sounds like a lifestyle for living at the Equator!
I think I would take that to be honest! 🏝
Lovely! Your haiku made me smile.
Thanks Susan 😊
Aww, I feel that. Just wish it could last a little longer!
Well I’m trying to learn to love every season!
Feeling sad that your happiness can’t last,.. I’ve done that way too many times. I love the haiku.
I think it’s a silly thing to do but still sometimes catch myself doing it!
This captures a common feeling, I think, of a discontent even in a happy place, with the feeling “nothing gold can stay”.
Yes, why do we ruin it for ourselves?
A great Haibun Ingrid. I enjoyed your story of summer in different locales.
Thanks Dwight, I am glad!
You are welcome!
Lovely poem, very beautifully written ♥
Thank you Sonali 🙏
Most welcome ♥♥
The longest day of the year is just not long enough! You do live in a gorgeous place and I love seeing and learning about it through your words and photos. Nice work with your Haibun prompt. 🌞
Thank you Michele: I love your photos from Arizona too 🌅
I am so glad that you do. That is motivating for me. 😁
Thank you Reena!
Lovely title! Your haiku is beautiful.
Thank you 🙏
But then you might appreciate it less…
We seem to always be nostalgic for what we don’t have. But I think you know how to enjoy what you have, even if you know you will miss it when it passes. (K)
I think I’m learning!
Well, we’re on the downward slide now. Like you, I’d like to hold it back.
Nothing ever lasts, good or bad, a curse and a blessing rolled into one. You’ve got the right mindset, to enjoy it while it’s here. I like how you arranged the words in the haibun.
i meant to say in the haiku, not haibun (although I like that part too 🙂 )
Thank you Lisa 😊
You’re welcome 🙂
joy doesn’t last, does it? but at least it visits ~
It does indeed 😊
so beautifully written.. and I find it hard to let go of summer too. 💖❣️
We still have plenty of it left 😎
yep… we sure do 😎💖💖
“Yet I’m a fool for feeling sad when I am happiest, knowing it can’t last.” – this line is so profound and I am so guilty of doing this
I have been, so I’m trying to learn to stop doing it 😅
I love summer but not oppressive heat, your Haibun touches much of how we experience life here too.
Thanks Paul – the heat is rather oppressive here today!
Here is is cool because it is winter, but hardly cold by northern standards, but the blood acclimatises according to science 🙂 I shall fan some breeze your way.
If I could have summer, but without the extreme heat – then I would be happy.
It is getting rather humid here!
The feature photo looks amazing. Is that where you are?
I enjoyed the way you wrote this.
Thank you Jude! This is somewhere we went on holiday but not far from where we live. Still in Slovenia 🇸🇮
Oh my, it looks like a paradise.
It’s a beautiful country all round really!
Love that haiku, Ingrid! Isn’t it amazing how we wish for a moment to last, instead of staying in the moment.
Yes, I’m trying to stop doing that!