June

Let the wind waft in soft kisses

Let the sea-song wash our toes

Though green pastureland embraces

North-south-east-west ebb-and-flows

Let the aftermath of flowers

Tease the air with pungent blush

While the artist tints yon-bowers

With a silver-turquoise brush

Let the meadow brim with clover

Let the morning sing for joy

Let the loom of bloom spill over

Filling fists of girl and boy

Let the blue and golden glimmer

Of a slow-churned afternoon

Be the first sweet sip of summer

Let me call its free-fall June

© Janet Martin

...and sharing a poem I found in one of my books today that I love, love, LOVE! mortality and immortality juxtaposed

That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire and of the comfort of the Resurrection

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

 

 

Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy on an air-

Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs | they throng; they glitter in marches.

Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, | wherever an elm arches,

Shivelights and shadowtackle ín long | lashes lace, lance, and pair.

Delightfully the bright wind boisterous | ropes, wrestles, beats earth bare

Of yestertempest's creases; | in pool and rut peel parches

Squandering ooze to squeezed | dough, crust, dust; stanches, starches

Squadroned masks and manmarks | treadmire toil there

Footfretted in it. Million-fuelèd, | nature's bonfire burns on.

But quench her bonniest, dearest | to her, her clearest-selvèd spark

Man, how fast his firedint, | his mark on mind, is gone!

Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark

Drowned. O pity and indig | nation! Manshape, that shone

Sheer off, disseveral, a star, | death blots black out; nor mark

                            Is any of him at all so stark

But vastness blurs and time | beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,

A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, | joyless days, dejection.

                            Across my foundering deck shone

A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal trash

Fall to the residuary worm; | world's wildfire, leave but ash:

                            In a flash, at a trumpet crash,

I am all at once what Christ is, | since he was what I am, and

This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood, immortal diamond,

                            Is immortal diamond.