Summer Senses (1998)

Restless summer's background drone,
An aging fence lets out a groan.
Blades of grass stir in the breeze
Midst frantic buzz of busy bees.

The throaty roar of pleasure plane
Cuts out, and dies, and lives again.
Down on earth, the humble birds
Trill out their songs that need no words.

Heady pollen fills the air:
A scent half sweet, half bitter, there.
The acrid stench of bonfire smoke
Cuts through the air and makes me choke.

Nature dons her party best:
Cherry in a soft pink vest,
Foxglove's dress magenta hue,
Gentian wears her trademark blue.

Winter sticks are cloaked in green,
New shoots bursting on the scene.
Sun's rays cast their blinding glare
On all things that are growing there.

Painful ache of clear blue sky,
All the same as time goes by.
Warmth caresses winter's skin –
Summer is a-coming in.