I love the start of summer
With days that are long and hot.
The memory of the winter’s cold
Is something almost forgot?
For in those dark short days
We feel low and restricted,
Then spring comes round the corner
And our spirits feel so lifted.
The energy we feel within
Seems like the sap, to rise.
I do enjoy those daylight hours,
Plus, the sun high in the sky.
There’s time to do the gardening
When coming home from work,
Or, on the bike for a quick ride,
No hint of winter murk
We’re woken in the mornings
By the sound of singing birds.
They sing their very hearts out
Determined to be heard.
Everywhere there’s colour
No matter where you look.
As if God used every shade there was
In His great painting book.
The month of May has more treats
Than all the months before.
All around the island
There’s migrant birds galore.
Each sporting brand new feathers,
Their mate they must impress.
Then butterflies come on the scene
They too - in fancy dress.
All of this continues
At such a frantic pace,
It’s as if a clock is ticking,
And all are in a race.
For so they are, it’s true to say
As each day comes and goes,
The urgency grows greater,
As the daylight hours grow.
It’s well known in my family
Come June just what I’ll say,
Because it happens every year
Following the longest day.
It’s fact, there’s no denying it,
Yet there’s a knowing grin-
When I come out with my annual phrase,
“The evenings are drawing in.”
The evenings are drawing in,
With a feeling that starts to sink.
But as I do, a little voice -
Says something that makes me think,
I’m reminded of a time to come,
When the sun will forever shine.
No dark and dismal winter days,
Or passing years or time.
I will no longer be able to say
The evenings are drawing in.
You will however see me
With a massive infectious grin.
No cloud, or rain, no wind or snow.
Just endless sunny days -
Will be my portion evermore,
As I sing my Redeemers praise!