This is the way the summer smells…

This is the way the summer smells:
Of grass and green and rain warmed over,
Of garden gnomes collecting clover
About their feet like cockle shells.

This is the way the south wind tells
The lungs to take in deeper breaths,
The air to plunge to greater depths,
And cast its scented spells.

If you could bottle chapel bells
And blend them in with sandy beaches,
Rose-bush buds and juicy peaches,
Then that would be how summer smells.