I should have said that the title of the above is "Summer". These two poems are describing symbols of late spring, but perhaps it is better to start there and work through progressively to the full heat of summer.

I really do apologise for including the following quaint variation on "Sumer is icumen in" from Ezra Pound, but I couldn't resist it:


Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!

Sing: Goddamm.

Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,

Damn you, sing: Goddamm.

Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s balm.

Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm, DAMM.

Ezra Pound.

Please blame Ezra for the blasphemy, not me!!!