Summer came quickly
Summer came quickly this year,
Scarce a breath between
Daffodils and blooming may;
Blackthorn and whitethorn
Overlapped in flowering bliss.
Leaf buds unfurled so fast
I could not map their progress,
Leaping from tight knots
To silken green in moments.
The general rumble of rooks
Minding their business in treetops
Passed to the chaotic conversation
Of growing families in days.
The scent of new-mown grass
Hangs on the evening air
Like celestial incense burned
To honour the return of the Sun.
Summer came so quickly
Now I must mourn the Spring.
