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 treePerfect 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 leaThe things that we forget until they spill from bud and seedThe earth unfolds green blankets on each hill, beneath each treePerfect for picnic baskets and a book or three to read It’s lovely to teach little girls new words, like hollyhockAnd find the kind of tasks that budding gardeners enjoyWhile leaf-breeze concertos, entertain us with nature’s BachAnd June caters to ageless eagerness of girl and boy Peony petals uncurl rosy-ruffled eleganceTheir short sweet bliss is worth the wait from June to lovely JuneRegal lupines and dainty columbine glean complimentsDusk’s blushing heavens are embellished with pale, crescent moon And hearts are full of laughter in spite of trouble and suchThe arbor is a haven mantled in wisteria plumesLife dons an air of freedom as schedules relax their clutchAs restless, freckled fugitives are released from classrooms And dewy dawn is heady with the scent of fresh mown hayAnd 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, ohAnd buttercups meander through meadowlands where sheep grazeAnd poet’s breath is stolen by dusting of daisy-snowAnd everywhere we look a Masterpiece captures our gaze As we, with reverence applaud God’s Magnum Opus, thoughWe tend to be forgetful while being completely awedFor Want is easy to assuage while June puts on a showAnd mesmerizes visage with the gentle hand of God It’s lovely to remember when June rolls around againHow life’s medley of seasons spins and swirls to memoriesAnd June, tucked in the middle of each year is like a gemOf blue skies, golden sunshine, green earth and pink peonies © Janet Martin And June, tucked in the middle of each year is like a gemOf blue skies, golden sunshine, green earth and pink peonies... And everywhere we look a Masterpiece captures our gaze