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