Summer Evenings
I love summer evenings – the breeze of the day,
Has dropped to a whisper with the setting suns ray,
The scent and the heat of the day have all gone,
Now the flowers have got their best perfume on.
I’ve trimmed and weeded and cleaned up the mower,
I love summer evenings, my happy hour,
It’s time to look closely and say “How are you”?
To touch and smell, even pick a rose or two.
The colours are fading, some quite hard to see,
Except for the white which shouts “Look at me!”
The Birds who have gone to their nests for the night,
Are replaced by the bats in erratic flight,
I love the smell of autumn, and the rest winter brings,
The promise of newness that comes with the spring,
But I love most of all – Summer Evenings!