The June of Life...

The green embrace of leaf-spun lace

Refurbishes with song, June’s air

The amethyst of morning kissed

In mist, stirs in our hearts a prayer

The ancient crypt where today slipped

From us to it with calloused ease

Expands its room to claim the bloom

Of dew and dark-lashed memories

The years we strung while hours wrung

From tattling tongues life’s innocence

Banters dauntless on Time-tuned tress

Betraying churlish self-defence

Where moment-gold melts in our hold

Like high-noon from her azure throne

Or woodland glades before the shades

Of autumn raids its maiden-crown

The bravado of letting go

While clinging to our sanity

Becomes a fight of dark and light

And sorrow-sweetened agony

Once more the tent of June is bent

With the intent of peonies

Time’s noose feels looser in the ruse

Of summer’s honey-scented breeze

The rod of God tenderly shod

With mercy, spurs us to Time’s path

Of stalwart smiles and second miles

Where clover curves its quickened swathe

And grace becomes the total sum

Of every boast we dare to tout

We limp beneath love’s thorn-worn wreath

We cannot bear to live without

© Janet Martin

'Morning sounds like a water-fall outside my window', remarked Victoria as she paused to listen to the sparkle of new-born walnut-tree leaves,

 ...or maybe its the plush rush of breeze teasing peony-blushing bushes.