June

June; hearth of summer’s opulence

Of greenest greens and purest blues

Where daisy-gardens gild the fence

And garnish hillside avenues

June; luxury of summer’s glades

Before parched landscapes gasp and groan

Relenting to the warmer shades

Of gold and russet undertone

June; canopy of summer's mirth
Of butterfly and bloom-brushed slope
As from the pulsing vaults of earth
Nature exalts its Author's hope

June; rhapsody of wren and rose

In manuscripts written by God

For no mortal can quite compose

The poetry of sky and sod

© Janet Martin