If She Could (a Farewell to June)

And so begins the beauty-blur of summer in its beaming prime

And if she could she’d try to slow the hurried foot of Father Time

Where June slipped through her fingers with its flurry of petals and wings

And if she could she’d thread each day like pearls upon silver-swirled strings

As fields are folded into hay and longest days still seem too small

And if she could she’d heap a tray with keepsakes felled from nature’s hall

For always she is overcome with a parental tug of heart

And if she could she’d frame the spectrum of Echo’s elusive art

Where part of her will always stay entangled in June’s wonderment

And if she could she’d find a way to let go without fond lament

But love is always a fine mingling of bitter and sweet entwined

And if she could she would (sometimes) return to places left behind

For June never seems long enough to satisfy the poet’s yen

And if she could she would (just once) turn back and do it all again

© Janet Martin

I really would do June all over again if I could! 

This June the weather was almost perfect!