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Friday, June 14, 2024

Lovely June...


A medley of June mementos inspiring this poem...

It’s lovely to teach little girls new words, like hollyhock...


And find the kind of tasks that budding gardeners enjoy...



The earth unfolds green blankets on each hill, beneath each tree
Perfect for picnic baskets and a book or three to read...



And buttercups meander through meadowlands where sheep graze


And poet’s breath is stolen by dusting of daisy-snow...


It’s lovely to remember when June rolls across the lea
The things that we forget until they spill from bud and seed
The earth unfolds green blankets on each hill, beneath each tree
Perfect for picnic baskets and a book or three to read

It’s lovely to teach little girls new words, like hollyhock
And find the kind of tasks that budding gardeners enjoy
While leaf-breeze concertos, entertain us with nature’s Bach
And June caters to ageless eagerness of girl and boy

Peony petals uncurl rosy-ruffled elegance
Their short sweet bliss is worth the wait from June to lovely June
Regal lupines and dainty columbine glean compliments
Dusk’s blushing heavens are embellished with pale, crescent moon

And hearts are full of laughter in spite of trouble and such
The arbor is a haven mantled in wisteria plumes
Life dons an air of freedom as schedules relax their clutch
As restless, freckled fugitives are released from classrooms

And dewy dawn is heady with the scent of fresh mown hay
And the rooster is lusty at daybreak at five a.m.
And we arise because June always’ hath too short a day’
Though twilight lingers until at least a quarter to ten

…and orioles are June bug and grape jelly gluttons, oh
And buttercups meander through meadowlands where sheep graze
And poet’s breath is stolen by dusting of daisy-snow
And everywhere we look a Masterpiece captures our gaze

As we, with reverence applaud God’s Magnum Opus, though
We tend to be forgetful while being completely awed
For Want is easy to assuage while June puts on a show
And mesmerizes visage with the gentle hand of God

It’s lovely to remember when June rolls around again
How life’s medley of seasons spins and swirls to memories
And June, tucked in the middle of each year is like a gem
Of blue skies, golden sunshine, green earth and pink peonies

© Janet Martin

And June, tucked in the middle of each year is like a gem
Of blue skies, golden sunshine, green earth and pink peonies...


And everywhere we look a Masterpiece captures our gaze




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