June as always is brimming with nature’s boon…
June tosses lures Peony-pure…
like peering into iris-trove…
…like lolling in arboretums
where hollyhock and clematis
and wisteria whisper, oh
like lingering in knee-deep drifts
of silver dandelion-snow…
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like letting waves wash Want away…
…like twilight’s slow release
June tosses lures Peony-pure
Delight. Backdrops of flawless hue
invite us to earth’s banquet room
of carpet green, and awning blue
to be honored partakers of
nature’s guiltless pleasure-buffet
like peering into iris-trove
like letting waves wash Want away
like sipping the sunny-sweet breeze
like honey-bees, heady with crumbs
of pollen sticking to our knees
like lolling in arboretums
where hollyhock and clematis
and wisteria whisper, oh
like lingering in knee-deep drifts
of silver dandelion-snow
like standing stock-still mesmerized
by ruby-throated hummingbird
like being agelessly surprised
by nature’s rhythms undeterred
like robin as it sings for rain
like midnight’s wildlife rendezvous
as gardeners start to complain
about what naughty rabbits do
where delights are the dearer, for
the verge where always troubles lurk
where June is like a troubadour
and toil can hardly be called ‘work’
where pools of shade, second to none
hail us for high-noon holiday
and the school-year is nearly done
where children shout hip-hip-hooray
and buses breathe sighs of relief
and drivers too; (do I hear ‘yes!’?)
where zephyrs tickle verdant leaf
that tickles hearts with happiness
where a communion-wafer moon
serenades twilight’s slow release
where heaven on earth must be June
and June must be Time’s Masterpiece
© Janet Martin
like standing stock-still mesmerized
by ruby-throated hummingbird…
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