Summer

The bent tops of grass sway clearly in the sun.
  Earth bears the touch of light: and richness streams
rioting beautiful as life’s begun.

The stars are out – the white sharp daisies stun
  the grass. At dusk the cottage violet gleams.
The bent tops of grass sway clearly in the sun.

And in the market road the children run
  barefoot, and shout, to queue for their ice-creams,
rioting beautiful as life’s begun.

This is the time of kings and queens, for none
  but they can see the crown to nature’s schemes –
and the bent tops of grass sway clearly in the sun.

Patchwork of leaves, and garden-scents, have won
  for the over-serious, braindance that redeems,
rioting beautiful as life’s begun.

We fly our own colours, not to be outdone…
  people outside pubs drinking their way to dreams.
And the bent tops of grass sway clearly in the sun.
  Rioting beautiful as life’s begun.