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.
THE MONTH OF JUNE
by Pablo Neruda
Green was the silence,
wet was the light
the month of June
trembled like a butterfly.
SUMMER
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.
13 thoughts on “That June Glow”
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What a fine photograph, dear Brenda 👍
Wishing you all the best
The Fab Four of Cley
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So nicely done.
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I struggled with this one. 🙂
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All the poetry today just shouts out the meaning without explaining a thing. I envy poets such as you and your friends. True inspiration!
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Thank you. I always think a good poem leaves room for the reader to find themselves between the lines. 🙂
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Hope all is well, Brenda. Lovely post.
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Doing well. Too much to do. Always. 🙂 Hope you’re well, too.
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I hope you manage to sleep
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Not so far, but surely soon. Thank you!
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I love your poem, so well described with the color in your daughter’s cheeks –
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Thanks! Love this time of the year. 🙂
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