You may talk about the spring when all the world is new

Or autumn when the colours turn to brown

Then winter with its cold and stark monochromatic view

As the countryside puts on its snowy gown

 

But bringing forth the promises of warmth and hope and light

The season that for me outstrips the rest

With its burgeoning abundance that embody nature’s might

It’s summer that’s the time I love the best

 

When the scintillating sun is up there shining in the sky

To dapple gentle meadows through the trees

While the birdsong brings its warning when the kestrel hovers high

And vibrant blooms all bobble in the breeze

 

The firmament is freckled with cockades of wispy white

That slowly scud across the brilliant blue

And the rustle of the trees as if some solitary sprite

Was dancing to embrace the summer too

 

Though the winter has its wonders and the autumn colours please

And the spring may wash the winter blues away

It’s the smiling face of summer that performs its sorceries

To make me want to holler out hurray