Life's busyness just doesn't allow for all the June poems that beg to be written...
but one final ode to June as its farewell tugs on heartstrings,
in spite of July joy waiting at dawn
June is a flower-friendly lease...
...a strawberry lover's paradise
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...a freedom-elated school-boy
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June is the tempo of bare feet
June is the laughter of a child...
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June is the perfect centerpiece
In the living-room of a year...
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June joins the ranks where ages rest
A quick collage of memories
Like pansies, between pages pressed
Like madrigals of peonies
While gardens reach toward the sky
While mornings roll toward July
While all the while we my-oh-my
At how time flies with ease
Like a plot decked with petals strewn
Like a teapot, tipped, poured and drained
June spills and fills each afternoon
With gold and green and blue unchained
While days and dreams mingle and merge
While shadow-breakers ebb and surge
Across shorelines of sun-glossed verge
Of what yet waits to be
June stuns the soul with poetry
Strawberry-lovers’ paradise
June is a leaf-lush canopy
A backdrop splashed with butterflies
June is part ballad and part waltz
Blip of cartwheels and somersaults
June is a woman without faults
Save one; Her swift demise
June is the tempo of bare feet
June is the laughter of a child
June is a love song, bittersweet
As clocks and hollyhocks run wild
A bubble on a breeze, ahoy
A freedom-elated school-boy
Lithe, and leaping from joy to joy
All reason reconciled
June is a flower-friendly lease
Of pure contentment now and here
June is the perfect centerpiece
In the living-room of a year
June is dusk’s long-lingering flight
June is daybreak while it is night
June is the bull’s eye of delight
And farewell’s fondest tear
© Janet Martin
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