The rich month of June brings so much to enjoy.
Now the Dog Rose shyly flowers
soft blushes amidst hard thorns,
only six weeks now to ripened corn.
Sounds to lift hope, insistent purring
Turtle Doves, close by, call for company.
Caressing cries that murmur joy.
Zephyrs skim the meadow’s high grasses
wash green waves towards floating islands
of Ox Eye Daisies and Hawkweed garlands
Evening sun’s butter – light kisses the Heath
polishing to richest gold each Gorse flower,
forming citrine gems, with effortless power.
Now the dusk has welcomed Nightjars
with their wing – clap and location puzzling ‘chirr ‘,
flying open mouthed to feed, like ghosts in rapture.
Honeysuckle petals reflect the full, rising moon,
shining massed stars on scrambling tendrils,
scent loading the Birch wood’s silver sentinels.
June — the month of hope. Moving to the long day
has slowly drawn us from the dead of winter
through warming Spring, to this sensory treasure.
