Where is Summer? some glimpses of our countryside and my garden

Its a sort of an optical, illusion
that creates in some a gay effusion
the waving of grasses on meadows beyond
as if a great fairy was waving her wand
on both sides of the road
falling and lifting
working its way and gradually sifting
sentient dance
contained in each glance
a great undulation
and a wonderful chance
to share a rhapsody
a symphony sighing
so many players in unison trying
grounding,and pounding
you see it surrounding
its truly astounding
its as if you are flying

to the Ivy that’s trails
and finally sails
upwards to climb on the Beech
that is reaching
spreading its fingers
and really beseeching
the sky and the clouds
to gift it some rain
up the trunk there is evidence
of the great chain
as black slugs as trim
as a pencil in form
climb through the ivy
escaping the storm
the spit of the insect
clings to the leaves
the sculptured arms
of the jasmine retrieves
some semblance of form
through a tangle of grace
will summer now ever
show a its sweet face?