There is something about the hottest part of summer — “high summer,” as it is sometimes called — that I have always loved.
Maybe it was just because school was out and I could read anything I wanted.
I longed for the romantic spring of the English poets, and an autumn that was warm enough to wear my Halloween costume without a coat — but the harsh winds brought frosts during both seasons. And I even remember one Fouth of July picnic in the mountains when it snowed.
High Summer, though, was magic. The scent of juniper and sage rose in waves of heat from the high desert floor. Broiling sun coaxed lizards out on to the lava rocks. The clean, clear water from our mountain spring was the most welcome drink in the world. Berries ripened, and our skin browned.
It almost made up for the lack of lilacs and pumpkin fields.
So, in honor of these hottest days, I’ll share with you a poem from Year-Round Read-Aloud, Read-Along Rhymes: Celebrating Holidays and Seasons.
The East Wind is a gentle breeze
Stirring blossoms on the trees,
She whispers secrets to the clouds
And brings the hint of rain.
The south Wind sends a scorching sky
And bakes the summer grasses dry.
Across the hot and thirsty land
He rolls the lightning storm.
The West Wind shares a lush display
Of swirling leaves and smoky gray
Ripe with spicy apple smell.
Her richness fills the earth.
The North Wind howls and whips the snow
To hurry, faster, faster, go!
Stinging the air with sleet and ice
He drives the frozen night.
Each in its season comes again:
A memory of what has been,
The promise of the circling year
Renewing time and life.
What’s your favorite time of year?