Midsummer

(Picture Credit - Summer by UCLA Writers)

Summer sun surrounds us.

Those icy biting winds are long forgotten.

We’re smothered by sultry, moisture-laden air.

A cooling breeze

Cuts through the verdant smell of fresh-mown grass.

The kids are playing:

Shouting loud.

Flock birds twitter,

What a crowd!

Those early mists give way to sun,

And wispy high-clouds stain the blue.

A happy sky to oversee our fun,

With sun to highlight every hue.

The Summer Solstice has been and gone

And nights will soon be getting long.

But it’s still hot I hear you say,

Who cares if thunder’s on the way.

We pay for sun with thunderstorms:

In Britain the weather soon transforms.

Yet now it’s time to cease the day;

I’d better send you on your way.

Paul Butters