Time, marked by the chimes
Of St Peters' bells,
Slows ... sleepily at dawn, to develop an appreciation of the beauty
Wherein the summer dwells.
Dog/goD rose in the hedgerow
and cream-fingered honeysuckle sweet,
But the virginal white and pale blushing pink
Shed hearts of pure love at my feet.
Bright golden 'Son' at her centre
Long stamens, beckoning in
All those that pass, on wings or high grass
All of nature akin.
Umbrella stemmed galaxies of elderflower stars
Nod their fresh nectar aloft
The air catches scents in invisible streams,
Sweetpeas and Jasmine in wafts.
But the fresh breath of grass in hay new-mown
Is the sweetest smelling air,
As the birds from the field-margins sing their song
And Cows meander here and there.
And in the evening when the dew
Descends from deep pool skies,
And swifts and bats race forth above
Then Nature's in disguise.
Soon lit by flick of silver moon
Night-time's wonder doth begin,
An encounter around every corner,
A connection and whisper within.
A moment along every pathway
A surprise in the skies or the trees,
The fields and the streams carry dreams away,
But Summer-time holds all of the keys.