Thinking about the 3 very hot days we had last week had me of course thinking about our Australian summers so I went seeking poetry of that ilk. I found this little Austrlian poem which rather took my fancy.
EARLY SUMMER by Charles Harpur
"Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;
When wide warm fields are glad with corn as green as ever grew,
And upland growths of wattles engolden all the view.
Oh! Is there conscious joyance in that heaven so clearly blue?
And is it a felt happiness that thus comes beating through
Great nature's mother heart, when the golden year is new?
When the woods are whitened over by the jolly cockatoo,
And swarm with birds as beautiful as ever gladdened through
The shining hours of time when the golden year was new?
I am definitely going to try and look at our hot summers through the eyes of a poet and perhaps I won't long for winter quite so much!