June is
barely pink clouds at dawn
daisies smiling where you didn’t plant them
and phoebes’ love calls on endless loop.
June is zesty handfuls of currants
and the chatter-banter of nesting orioles
echoing over clover’s tatted tapestry.
June is yarrow’s ancient mysteries
intricate trellis-galaxies of clematis
and elderberries reaching from creek to sun.
June is sheets and pillowcases
wind-waving as sun journeys past
and a wildflower bouquet
sacred in my grandson’s grasp.
Time’s wings are what I clutch
willing their flight to cease.
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Yes! The phoebes are back! Great way to start June, Nancy. Love the “yarrow’s ancient mysteries.” Full of sweet memories.
You capture June’s beauty with this poem. A great read, indeed!
A beauty, Nancy!
Btw my eye is always drawn to yarrow in a garden. Is it the color? Is it the sculptural quality? Is it that odd patterning? A mystery indeed.
The imagery in this piece is astounding!
you describe june
perfectly
love the incantatory rhythm and repetition
I love the celebratory tone here. An ode to my birth month! Lovely images throughout, too.
Lots of fresh metaphors in the list of June. Glad to share it with you.
Beautiful, I especially like “intricate trellis-galaxies of clematis”. So nice.
Beautiful capture. You put the reader right there with you. I could feel my own little corner of June extend into yours. I love how you write about nature.