Ode to June (or a beginning of summer celebration song)

 I've been looking for a bit of time to write an ode 

to one of my favorite months that always flashes by!

 I didn't get a chance to write a First Day of Summer Poem this year

so I guess this is in place of...

Lane-ways lined with lily-looms

Bare feet planted in the dirt

Sky-wide outdoor living-rooms

Garden salad…for dessert

Flower-bower brogue beguiles

Who can resist summer’s sigh?

Sort of like a lover smiles

To his true love passing by

Green and silver concerto

Ripples across grassy bars

Where June’s flute and piano

Plays a tune of petal-stars

Breezes banter, trees reply

Composition, blue and jade

Beckons bee, bird, butterfly

To lush lilts of dappled shade

Now nature holds nothing back

Free-for-all long longed for show

Scatters beauty’s bric-a-brac

Anywhere that it can grow

Winds it round the weathered gate

Binds the wounds of earth with bloom

Nothing can quite compensate

For the tender touch of June

Climb dusk’s blue ladders of sod

Soft on lofty hillside laid

Reach and touch the hand of God

From the temple He has made

Wade with minnows in the brook

Linger longer, smell the rose

Live the pictures in a book

That soon June will gently close

© Janet Martin