June

June days are

strung out before me

round and shimmering,

like pearls on a necklace,

each one

a treasure of great price.

June is gentle, playful,

warm enough for afternoon naps

in my shirt sleeves;

bare feet,

take me wherever I need to go

in June.

I wear the perfume of

sugar snap peas

on my fingers.

they are fresh and green

all morning.

Peals of laughter

ring from birds

as they share my garden.

Bees hum a happy song

as they dance from bloom to bloom;

I am delighted with their sweet work.

Worms work for me too:

“Eat dirt!” I command –

and they gladly do my bidding.

I think I am Queen of the Garden,

until I realize

I am no pearl

nor string

nor clasp

that holds all together.

I am not even a knot

to separate each pearly day.

I simply am;

and that is enough,

in June.

Sunday Scribblings gave the word 'opportunity' for the writing prompt this week.  Soooo...I took the opportunity to post a poem I wrote some time ago about June.  To check out Sunday Scribblings for yourself click on the title above.