After a long and bitter winter,
It’s a joy to see the sun in its glory;
Its warmth lifts the heavy spirit,
And its light tells a brighter story.
The air grows soft and gentle,
As the flowers begin to bloom;
The gardens wake from slumber,
And we dash from every room.
The sizzle of the barbecue
Brings an aroma quite divine;
With watering mouths and laughter,
We’re all ready now to dine.
In T-shirts, shorts, and sandals—
With the classic "socks-on" sight—
We embrace the summer season
As a fashion-forward delight.
The crowds, now lightly dressed,
Lie beneath the golden sun;
With shouting and with playing,
Everyone is having fun.
Children under sun hats,
Shielded from the burning rays,
Splash within their paddling pools
Through the humid summer days.
The dogs all puff and pant,
As the heat becomes their test;
They leap into the cooling lakes,
Simply doing their level best.
Three days of perfect sunshine,
Not a cloud across the sky;
A truly glorious summer,
Just as bright as mid-July.
Who needs to travel far away
With weather such as this?
Save your pennies for the future
And savour every bit of bliss.
The question we all ponder,
Though no one yet can say:
Will this golden joy continue,
Or quickly vanish all away?
For now, let us be grateful
For everything we've got—
This sun-filled, brief adventure,
And a season bright and hot.
© William Sinclair Manson 2025
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