Wanderer moon
smiling a
faintly ironical smile
at this
brilliant, dew-moistened
summer morning,-
a detached
sleepily indifferent
smile, a
wanderer’s smile,-
if I should
buy a shirt
your color and
put on a necktie
sky-blue
where would they carry me?
– Summer Song, William Carlos Williams
Yesterday was the Summer Solstice. The dog days – the dreaming days – are here. In the next few weeks we will the crack open new watercolor sets, open new books, join in games with children, kick off our shoes at every opportunity, pen little stories, ride our bikes to the water’s edge, toss frisbees and softballs, spray hoses, and laze under the big yellow ochre ball of the sun 
Summer Night, Riverside Drive, George Wesley Bellows, 1909:
