Sun Set Sun Day

Happy Summer!

Though I’m Irish, and for me Summer started in May, making this MidSummer’s Day, logically, it seems that the astronomers around me disagree. Whatever.

Here’s a short poem I thought of a couple of Sundays ago, to make you think of the joy of these short nights.

A sunset that makes you want to stay till every last ray and photo has faded away…

            Sunday Sunset

Other days we rush inside 

From the porch, to prepare

Dinner, drinks and sit upon

Sofa to see a movie or TV; or

Drive to the city for dusk, but

.

Sunday is when we want to stay 

Watching sunset and slipping 

Off to bed when the bats and 

Owls calling have taken over

From twilight blackbirds and

Nightingales, the last rays of

Sun replaced by moonbeams,

The gleam of glow worms when

Cicadas are silent to let crickets

Sing, as peace settles like aspen

Cotton in the stillness between

Breezes. Then sleep suggests itself 

Until we rise again to catch the dawn.

When you just don’t have a camera ready

Capturing Solar Dances

 

The sun, from its distant observation, shone

It’s light upon the far side of the moon,

Which hung out past our horizon;

A vast cloud bank over the mountains.

 

In the purple sky above a rising line of blue

Tinged yellow, the glow curled around

The curve of the moon – its back to Venus,

Reflecting the same light in

Full resplendence from much further away.

 

Had I had a camera, which could have

Captured the four Solar dancers

Through the window of the aeroplane

The way my eye did, well, it would have

Made a wonderful photo. But I didn’t.

 

Yet the scene is still forever captured;

Set in the store of my memory,

Seared upon my retina and etched

By my very nerve cells which shall

Never let me forget it.

 

I wrote this on the plane on the way to Israel last week as we flew the length of the  Mediterranean. I had my phone on airplane mode, but it just couldn’t do the scene justice, so I didn’t even bother.