That June Glow

June’s mid-day glow 
turned my daughter’s pale cheeks 
rosy as flowers 

Copyright 2022 Brenda Davis Harsham

Notes: The heat arrived yesterday. Sleep has eluded me, but June is a perfect month for poetry, where even the trees write poetry to the wind. 

by Pablo Neruda

Green was the silence, 
wet was the light
the month of June
trembled like a butterfly.

by Amy Lowell

Above me spreads the hot, blue mid-day sky,
Far down the hillside lies the sleeping lake
Lazily reflecting back the sun,
And scarcely ruffled by the little breeze
Which wanders idly through the nodding ferns.
The blue crest of the distant mountain, tops
The green crest of the hill on which I sit;
And it is summer, glorious, deep-toned summer,
The very crown of nature’s changing year
When all her surging life is at its full.

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