(really wet then quick cold to hot is making for a brief peony season;( so we enjoy now as much as we can!)
June is the month with the longest daylight hours of the year.
Wikipedia
If lent the chance my feet would dance across Her flowered
dress
Without a break for slumber; unencumbered by Due’s call
Where she has spread above our heads a great celestial ball
And planted earth in gardens spilling rainbow happiness
If nature had a law that could be bent it would be June
We would extend the hours of Her stay and stretch the place
That seems to tease and put at ease the care-worn human face
Kissing us with appointments beneath arc of willow-tune
Even the critic is hard pressed to pinpoint valid flaws
She tilts his chin to marvel at the colors of her smile
And fills the fields with daisies; clover-hazy lanes beguile
The most industrious of creatures to relent and pause…
…to taste the haste of honeyed-noon dripping from heaven’s
spoon
To drink the pink of peony and ponder as we stroll
The bud and how it holds within its folds a perfect soul
And proof of our ineptness to improve the love of June
© Janet Martin