Continuing a series on the months, inspired at first by the Welsh series written by Eifion Wyn:
Overflowing with flowers and scent and song
and meadows like butter
and the evenings stretching out light and long.
Big ox-eye daisies and leggy cow parsley
the road as we ride,
and gardens exploding in colour profusely.
Don T-shirts and sandals, doors open to breeze –
though hindered by chores,
and the pollen count soars,
fresh freedoms of summer we joyfully seize.