summers

“I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.”

— Mary Oliver, from New And Selected Poems, Volume Two

The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom―the laughter of daisies―the piping of grasses―many sweet sounds, all tangled up together

- Lucy Maud Montgomery