Tuesday, December 9, 2008

A Golden Summer


Summer is here
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The beginning of the golden weather
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Its touch is a warm wind blowing through the Pohutakawa trees
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Its taste is the salt on the lips of a summer swim
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Its voice is the sound of the crickets and the cicadas
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Like a song
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Like the beating of the human heart
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- Alden Smith
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8 comments:

Katherine said...

Yes! bring it on! Nice drop of rain down here...same with you in the tropical North?

VenDr said...

Hi from Dunedin.

Summer? What's that then?

Alden said...

For those on the fringe of the Antarctic ice shelf I must say Summer must seem a novel concept; but far be it for me to inflame North / South relations by commenting on your truely lovely regions weather.

VenDr said...

Just sitting in my study. Wearing t shirt, shirt, THICK woolly jersey and moleskin jacket. Jeans. Woolen socks. I think it's 4 degrees outside. It's December the bloody twelfth! Comment all you like on the weather. It's not one of our districts great selling points.

Katherine said...

Oh you poor people in Dunedin... Vendr and my son. Thinking of you! Sitting here in my study in shorts and tee, bare feet.

Alden said...

No thermal underwear on your list Kelvin? you must be the hardy type - especially as there are continued reports of more icebergs seaward of Port Chalmers - and many local children are adopting the prolific influx of Emperor penguins as pets.

Katherine said...

Alden, is it my imagination, or are the pohutakawa out a lot earlier this year? What's it like up your way?
And I hope you are surviving the big end-of-year-ness at school. I bet you are looking forward to a nice quiet relax and feet up!
ps. It's just me. I've posted a new profile pic as my hair has grown :-)
- Katherine

Alden said...

And what a very nice photo it is too.

Yes the pohutakawa are early and I have been told that the El Nino effect on our weather is abating and that we are now in for a few years (decades I hope) of some of that golden weather that people remember from the 1960s. Roll on summer I say - Northland on the coast in high summer is wonder to behold, I can never get enough of it.