Sommar

Hares in the fields,
Swans on the lake,
Poppies in the wheat,
The briar ‘round the path
Dappled with fat blackberries
Every evil thing asleep until the long winter,
For now we have the long day,
Full of wildflowers and strawberries, elderflower juice and pears, blackcurrant wine and goat cheese.
Dancing beneath a sun that will not set.