A stab at a summer record, suitably belated. I was finally galvanized to act on this half-formed idea by a reminder about the clocks going back.

All the white clouds in a line
All the bright flowers on the vine
Feels like day when it’s after nine
It’s the summer of love so where’s mine?

Dog rose by the road sign
The cat in the sun so feline
Feels the sunshine on her spine
It’s the summer of love so where’s mine?

Warm breeze in the summer pine
Oh so serene, oh so benign
These sun-tipped arrows are my own design
It’s the summer of love so where’s mine?

Sunset lovers down the wine
New dawn lovers rise and shine
In town their hands combine
It’s the summer of love so where’s mine?

If you sign I’ll countersign
I’ve seen the queen of all that’s fine
Summer is an empire in decline
It’s the summer of love so where’s mine?

All the white clouds in a line
All the bright flowers on the vine
It twists and twines so serpentine
It’s the summer of love so where’s mine?