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; 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
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