The very crown of nature’s changing year
…it is a time of pause,
A void and silent space between two worlds,
When inspiration lags, and feeling sleeps,
Gathering strength for efforts yet to come.
Sunday Sayings: An extract from Amy Lowell’s “Summer” on this last day of the season, dying, Opheliaesque like, as these umbelliferous pondside flowers
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Exceptional photograph. An apt visualization of the word – transition.
thank you Neil – I was struck by how collage-like it appeared
A time of pause–exactly right. (K)
yes even seasons seem to take time out Kerfe
Thank you for this lovely extract, Laura. Did I tell you that my youngest sister is also Laura.
some fitting lines even though in full context it is the height of summer in the poem
p.s. aha a family connection 🙂
Yes, it was because of me my mom chose Laura. I loved Laura from Little House on the Prairie.
my mother chose mine from the 1944 film😌
What fun.