Summer

Church Bells ring loudly in the summer heat

Frantic harmony for the town to hear

Against the backdrop of cars rushing by

I walk down the narrow, cobbled pathway

Passing freshly mowed fields, a home to cows

Chewing idly while the sun heats their

Black and white backs, flies hovering all around

their nonchalant faces

The breeze beckons me seductively to

Appreciate the warmth of the sun and

The sounds of nature enfolding me with

A sense of simplistic, fulfilling calm

Washing away all worries and woes it

Breathes a freshness of new beginnings

Where birds chat to each other in sing song tweets

The brustle of the tree branches swaying to 

The rhythm of the wind, saluting the sun.