Summer Sonnet

A wakening to days with longer hours, evening sun to dry the April showers, and bluebell carpets through the woods appear as if by magic, Summer's almost here. The early morning skyline filled with song, when one bird starts the others sing along, harmonic chorus echoing the dawn, inspiring life from seed and egg and spawn. The colours grow to brighten each new day. Laughter rings out from children at their play. A clatter made by man pervades the air form mower, trimmer, harvester and share. A time to reap the largesse from the land in preparation, just as Nature planned.