I’m not really a “summer” person. I truly dislike the heat and humidity. They sap me of all my energy. But I do love days in June when it seems that every flower on the planet is beginning to bloom, when butterflies flit around on petalled wings, when I can sit outside on the lounge, read, and listen to birds singing and the breeze brushing by leaves in the silver maple in my backyard.
Here's a poem for a June Friday for you:
More Than Enough
By Marge Piercy
The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee.
You can read the rest of the poem here.