Summer, wash through us like wave-song
Turn the pages in your book
With the flutter of a baton
Teasing blue heron and brook
Soften hope’s hard lines with flowers
Drive us crazy with your smile
Dappling ditches, hills and bowers
With daisy and chamomile
Marinade your luscious moments
In translucent honeyed-gold
Let us savour your full flavour
Sweet and salty, sanguine, bold
Run your bow across a fiddle
Made of meadow-grass and wheat
Before buoyant strings grow brittle
In your whittling wind and heat
Let your hymn of nature soothe us
‘Neath a green-treed canopy
Satisfy the poet’s pathos
With its timbre of the sea
Summer, draw us to your garden
Saturate us with your sigh
Before you beg our pardon
In a leafless lullaby
© Janet Martin
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