In summer…

“Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragonfly
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky.”
– Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Silent Noon

 “What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.”
Andrew Marvell, Thoughts in a Garden

 “In summer, the song sings itself.”
– William Carlos Williams

 “Snails don’t walk.
They slither and slide
Along wet pathways
Gleam and glide,
Squeezed between
The grasses green,
Polished houses shell-like gleam.”
– Theresa Heine

 “The difference between the almost right word & the right word is really a large matter–it’s the difference between the lightning bug and the lightning.”
– Mark Twain…Letter to George Bainton, 10/15/1888

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