Halfway Through June

How can it be we are half the way through

June’s paradise of green sheen and true blue

Home of copse cabins and willow-tree tents

Wild phlox meandering hither and thence

Halfway through heaven’s foothills flower-frilled

Rainbow of colour, splashed, sprinkled and spilled

Hold back the hour that snuffs out the bloom

Slow down the tempo that tatters the plume

Wait; bar the gate where day slips through too soon

Paving the runway to halfway through June

While the bard lassoes ink-intricacies

While pink the peony bobs in the breeze

How can it be half of June has been spent

Authoring longing’s most lovely lament

Gazing at garlands that God’s fingers stitched

Garden-enchanted and beauty-bewitched  

Lavished with lupines and ravished with rose

Spellbound by skylines where time ebbs and flows

Like a tide surging now near and now far

Heart-strings half fiddle and half steel guitar

Halfway through skies filled with daylight’s grand feast

Skimming night’s stars from blush bars in the east

Stealing our breath with its fair-weather show

Halfway through June but still halfway to go

© Janet Martin

...this guy hopped in front of me while I was on a bike ride tonight...
"I think if I stay really still she won't notice me"
is what he seemed to be thinking😊