Well, it’s really over, what was supposed to be our summer of normalcy, which would see the end of the pandemic, once and for all.
Well, it didn’t really turn out that way, but it was better than 2020, and less scary, for those of us who were vaccinated anyway.
Here are some photos to remember a season gone by, and a poem by Emily Bronte, to show you that things don’t really change all that much, century to century.
’Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,
But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.
And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.
As part of Audere’s mission to bring more poetry to the masses, our sister publishing house, Chickadee Prince Books, publishes Bloomsbury’s Late Rose, an acclaimed novel about the poet, Charlotte Mew. Read more Audere poetry here.
Photos by Nattu Adnan, Szelei Robert, Pixabay/Pexels, Arno Smit and Steven S. Drachman