When, late in May, Memorial Day ____Inaugurates the season Of summer sun and summer fun ____(Much welcomed, with good reason), Then nature’s crowned with sight and sound: ____The sky is bright and clear, The flowers’ blooms and birds’ bright plumes ____Proclaim that summer’s here. The birds cheer on the coming dawn ____With songs that fill the skies. The red and gold announce: “Behold! ____The sun’s begun to rise!” The darkness fades and light pervades ____A sky of wat’ry blue, And people rise and op’n their eyes ____To greet a day so new. The flower beds boast whites and reds ____Against a backdrop green. The insects come and go, and hum, ____Contented and serene. The flowers call the insects all ____With color and perfume, And they respond, for they are fond ____Of nectar from the bloom. As winds grow strong, and shadows long, ____The sun sinks in the sky; As wind-chimes ring, cicadas sing ____An evening lullaby. The mockingbird, at times, is heard ____On still and humid nights; Each girl and boy awaits with joy ____The coming day’s delights. September days and autumn haze ____See weather turning cool, Vacations end and parents send ____Their children back to school; Yet we’ll recall, throughout the fall ____And in the winter, too, The sun’s bright rays on carefree days ____When all the world seems new. Father Richard Libby is a priest of the Diocese of Corpus Christi.