Summer by Christina Rossetti
Winter is cold-hearted,
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weathercock
Blown every way.
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;
When Robin’s not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren’s a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing
Over the wheat-fields wide,
And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side;
And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And ladybirds arrive
Before green apples blush,
Before green nuts embrown,
Why one day in the country
Is worth a month in town;
Is worth a day and a year
Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion
That days drone elsewhere.
My next novel The Dove Upon Her Branch, A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti will soon be out of my hands and in my publisher’s queue!
From The Dove Upon Her Branch, A Novel Portrait of Christina Rossetti
There was nothing to do in that pretty boat but slip through sparkling water and watch George live up to Gabriel’s praise that the young man “kept everything going”. Christina lost all sense of time, especially as it was a thief, and could finally enjoy going nowhere. Mr. Morris was right; Kelmscott was heaven on earth. It offered serenity, an oasis outside of the world, and immortality in the rhythms of its nature. It belonged to those who had eyes for its beauty and faith in its purpose. It required a willingness for transition. For Christina, it meant emerging from the self-absorption of severe sickness to enjoy simple pleasures again.
She and her mother had been on many journeys together, but one to a remote corner of south-west Oxfordshire rivaled the significance of all, except Italy, which was as necessary but much less leisurely. They were as close as they had ever been, in spirit and heart and a small boat, their feet side-by-side in opposite directions, their silence filled with water lapping and the song of swallows bringing the summer and bringing the sun.
Eventually, the punt passed beyond a long stretch of willows weeping. Have you no purpose but to shadow me beside this rippled spring? George brought the ride to a stop where the riverbank met a meadow of hay-harvesters choreographed for toil, mostly women looking lovely in their plain cotton dresses and bonnets. Mama insisted George share in the basketed snack of buttered bread, strawberries, and cider. As was true for most of the outing, there was more observation than conversation, and it was well rewarded.
A singing lark rose toward the sky,
Circling he sang amain;
He sang, a speck scarce visible sky-high,
And then he sank again.
Copyright © 2022 by DM Denton
Happy Summer Solstice
Winter Solstice, for those in the southern hemisphere
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Such a huge achievement, Diane. Many congratulations. And I’m so glad to see you are doing the cover art and other illustrations too. Worth waiting for! x
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Hi, Deborah, and thank you so much! I think about you often, wonder how your parents are, and hope you are well. Sending much love and hugs. 🕊💕🕊💕🕊💕
I’ll be excited to see this, Diane. Finally! Congratulations. All Things That Matter Press must have quite a que these days, though. They’ve had my new novel for months, and I haven’t heard a word after signing the contract. I still owe you for introducing me to them, though.
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Thank you, Tom. And you’re welcome. Yes, I think ATTMP has a lot going on. I went onto their website and was surprised how many books they had published in the past year plus. From my past experience, it’s usually been at least six months. I’m not expecting publication for a long while, perhaps not even until next year. I have learned a lot about editing from Deb and have tried to make the manuscript as clean as possible so that process will go fairly quickly when it happens. I have the book cover art to finish and quite a few interior illustrations to do. It just feels good to get this done. I really feel it will be my best so far. I can’t believe what I accomplished considering what I was going through with my mom. On the other hand, it probably helped me get through.