In Praise of Summer


When months ago, Summer burst forth from Spring,

And the weeks quite simply flew,

What did the early rain and warmth bring,

While crops, green to gold, just grew?

Grain, ripening and swaying in the breeze,

Second broods of birds afledge,

An abundance of insects, buzzing bees,

Flowers dotting the road edge.

Keeping cool beneath low-hanging trees,

A swan family floats by;

Elsewhere, villagers enjoy their cream teas

Under a broad cloudless sky.

Yes, at times it was a little too hot,

But meant we could go outside;

Looking back, that will mean quite a lot

When Winter drives us inside!

             Yvonne Allen