The sky is blue
The sun is bright
But what's better
Than birds in flight

Jacket off and summer shoes
And people mill around
We'll play a summer blues
Drive winter to the ground

With hawthorn and hyacinth
And summertime at play
Hi Spring, my lovely sylph
You don't have to run away

With forgetmenots
And warmth against my skin
Winter has left an empty slot
For spring to move in