Samara O'Shea

Happy Summer Solstice!

Once again, the season changes. Let us not resist but welcome summer in her glory—storms, bugs, humidity and all!

Summer by Emily Dickinson

Summer — we all have seen —
A few of us — believed —
A few — the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved —

But Summer does not care —
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity —

The Doom to be adored —
The Affluence conferred —
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed —