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!