A Summers Night Poem by Matthew Holloway

We await the promise of summer
in anxious anticipation
eyes cast out across the gardens
planning, plotting rows of flowers
the colours and scents all possible
some sketched on the reverse of envelopes
ideas of log burners and chairs
await long summer nights
where friends gather outside
to drink and talk and laugh
talk of picnics and barbecues
spoken in excited whispers
wait the beginnings of such work
the cutting of grass, digging of borders
plants to be placed and watered
penned in to be completed on weekends
where catching the sun is paramount
to all that needs to be done
get the garden right, ready for that
as time goes by, the older we get
this notion makes a greater sense
it will take time, it will be right
the flowers will be beautiful
and come the evening by a fires light
friends shall gather once more
on a summers night