Arrival of Summer

By Rebecca Weber

I thought that it would take me by surprise:
A certain flash of knowing this is it.
It came in slow degrees of shimmered skies.

I need to shift this obstinate surmise
That longed for progress to be definite;
I thought that it would take me by surprise.

I did not see it right before my eyes—
That glide of change—no thunder clouds were split;
It came in slow degrees of shimmered skies.

I hope this truth observed has made me wise;
Lest I say next time, when no lightnings hit,
“I thought that it would take me by surprise.”

Great things—whose clear existence mystifies
The blind—come not at once, completely knit:
They come in slow degrees of shimmered skies.

And this anticipation beautifies
The looked-for, prayed-for, worked-for benefit.

I thought that it would take me by surprise.
It comes in slow degrees of shimmered skies.

Rebecca Weber is delighted to be a daughter of the King. She assumes her Swiss ancestors were weavers of cloth, but she is content to be a Nova Scotian weaver of words and a teacher, explorer, poet, dreamer, photographer, people person. She blogs at journeyintohislight.wordpress.com.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy