Happy summer touch your window
as you meet her perfumes free
the clover on the lawn its magic galaxy
the roses on your path
make soft the fall of footsteps
gently sounding with the bee
the dance of insects in the shade
each blade is made to shine
in the showers that came at night
a cool that nature covets
when the stars have lost their light

Margaret Ann Waddicor 8th July 2014.