August 18, 2011

Summer of Loves

Fire loved Summer. Fire roasted the land when Summer arrived, and Summer had to make friends with the Wind to keep the land alive. Fire filled Summer’s sky with his smoke, making gray markings on her face until the Rain washed it all away, for the Rain loved Summer, too.

Of course, just like everyone else, the Wind also fell in love with Summer.

And so Summer decided she had had enough of balancing between strong elements. One year, after another blooming love affair with Spring but before Autumn made his appearance, Summer took Fire as a lover, and also the Rain. When the Wind stopped coming around because he felt jilted, Summer sought him out and became lovers with the Wind as well.

Summer became a sexual goddess. The largest buck searched for her at dawn in the meadows, and found her. The broadest eagle soared to the highest mountaintop where Summer ravished him, and after Summer released the screaming eagle into her night’s sky Summer ravished the mountain.

The first season of Summer’s love affairs was the wettest, hottest, steamiest summer ever on earth. “The summer of loves,” God chuckled.

And just when the blackbirds were jawing that Summer was out of control, Autumn showed up. All in pursuit of Summer backed away, and every creature stopped doing his or her early fall duties to watch and see what Autumn might do in a fit of rage. Autumn strolled through the meadows and smelled what had transpired, and Autumn stepped over the mountaintop and understood what had happened. Autumn felt the joy in the Wind and the radiant spark to the Fire and extra freshness of the raindrops. 

Autumn approached his flower queen in their favorite forest. Summer cared for nothing at the moment but her October lover, and that’s all Autumn wanted to know. All was right with the world. 


This is the fifth part of The Seasons. Here's the next part.

32 comments:

Claudia said...

now autumn seems to be a wise season..i like the part where autumn strolls and smells and understands what happened... now wondering what kind of love affair our german summer has this year..was kinda wet...smiles

Ed Pilolla said...

claudia, i originally had a last line like 'that was the kind of guy autumn was' but i chopped it becuz it was unneeded. i don't want to get in autumn's way too much:)

Brian Miller said...

smiles. no you have written this powerful enough without that line...autmn is one cool cat...cause that is all that mattered...

Ed Pilolla said...

thanks, brian. maybe i got to find a flaw for autumn...:)

The Empress said...

I love how Autumn is wisened, and full of calm precision.

Rather than yanking, clawing, tryinig to hold on to what was.

I love that.

I love this series on the natural elements: it makes one really think and ponder.

Ed Pilolla said...

alexandra, thanks:) i'm having fun writing it. i originally thought i'd have two or three posts but i'm thrilled to have gotten five out of it.

Marion said...

I love when Autumn sashays her big, fat ass up to my door and bangs on it with a nice, cooling breeze and I open the door, invite her in and we sit together and have us a big, steaming bowl of gumbo. :-)

ed pilolla said...

:)
i absolutely love it.

Victoria said...

Wow, Ed, this reads like a continuation of your last poem. You could write a tome on the personification of seasons. I really enjoy your writing. And I see you're in my home "town." Still have SoCal roots and spend winters in Palm Desert!

Kathy G said...

Thanks for stopping by my blog today. Any friend of Betsy's is a friend of mine :-)

Your series of seasons posts is quite interesting.

forgetmenot said...

Thanks for becoming a follower, and for the nice comments on Skywatch. Another great story--you are very talented. Mickie :)

darlin said...

I'm hooked on your writing already and I've only read this one piece! You have some serious talent Ed. I admire your way with words, I'll be back! :-)

Have a wonderful day/evening!

Ed Pilolla said...

thanks, victoria. here in torrance and east la, where i split time these days.

thanks for stopping by, kathy g:)

thanks so much, mickie:)

great to meecha, darlin. thanks for stopping by.

Mama Zen said...

"and after Summer released the screaming eagle into her night’s sky Summer ravished the mountain."

Gorgeous writing!

Deb Kirkeeide said...

What delicious storytelling! I love this series on the seasons. It inspires many images in my head wanting to be created on canvas!

My Inner Chick said...

--I am Summer. I waaaaant it all: the wind, the sun, the rain...even the swift clicking heels of Autumn! Why can't I have all of it?

Ed, Love your words. Lovely Poetry! :)

Wine and Words said...

Fire as a lover? Oh hell no! But I sure relate to summer being tired of balancing between strong elements! Sheesh. So tiresome.

ed pilolla said...

mama z, thanks:)

deb, thanks for visiting.

inner chick, i love your appetite:)

annie, fire as a lover either means i'm hitting my stride or have pursued this storyline too long already. i am aware:) but i usually push things further than i should, or i don't push at all. what's it like to live within the extremes? i sure don't know.

Heaven said...

There is a sensual touch to your stories specially with a hot summer persona.

You bring the natural forces to life, giving them distinct yet familiar personalities we can relate to. Sometimes, I think you are talking about a real person...ha..ha...

Happy day ~

Ed Pilolla said...

thanks:) i want to say that each season is becoming someone significant to me, but i chase away my muse so easily and i want to keep writing this one...

Wine and Words said...

Niether do I, says one manic to another.

:)

LauraX said...

This is wonderfully imaginative...I'm so glad you stopped by my blog so that my curiosity led me here to yours!

Betsy said...

the flaw for autumn is that it doesn't last long enough! ;)

Jill said...

Ed: Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and leaving your wonderful comments for me. I have been away and am behind but I am now excited to become your newest follower.

forgetmenot said...

You are right, green is a very soothing color. Mickie )

Kay said...

Autumn has always been my greatest season. This is incredible. I love it!

Marbles in My Pocket said...

I'm so glad to see autumn approaching. Still hot here, and no rain yet. Very nice write!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/farmers-lament-2/

Padmavani said...

With all the loving happening, I was relieved that Autumn came along. Lovely.
Cheers
Padmavani

Morning said...

fire, wind, summer...

they form unity and

your words paint elegant imagery here.

Thanks for sharing.

fiveloaf said...

great definition of what summer is about. tq for sharing. my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/04/09/summer-wind/

Ann LeFlore said...

You are a excellent story teller and autumn is so close by what a great poem you have written here
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/08/27/the-island-breeze/

Shashi said...

Hi Ed

Its wonderful.. i liked the way you have developed it in its entirety...

Your lines like "Summer became a sexual goddess. The largest buck searched for her at dawn in the meadows, and found her." captured my imagination.."

Thanks for sharing it at poetry picnic, my friend...


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