There are two poems that I remember from my younger days that always come to mind when the first days of summer arrive.
Bed in Summer – Robert Louis Stevenson
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
Summer Comes Poem – author unknown
The Little darling Spring has run away
The sunshine grew too hot for her to stay
She kissed her sister, Summer, and she said
"When I am gone, you must be queen instead"
Now reigns the Lady Summer, round whose feet
A thousand fairies flock with blossoms sweet.