Friday, June 06, 2008

POETRY FRIDAY: A Poem by Marge Piercy

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.


At Wild Rose Reader, I have a review of Kristine O’Connell George’s Toasting Marshmallows: Camping Poems.

Sarah Reinhard has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.


jama said...

What a lovely, lush poem! "The green will never again be so green . . ."

I'm with you. Summer is not my favorite season -- but some beautiful days in June, that I can appreciate.

Elaine Magliaro said...


I thought it was a lovely poem, too, when I came upon it yesterday. It seemed a perfect poem to post at this time of year.

Right now our weather here is cool and drizzly--not at all what a June day should be!

Sara said...

"rich fresh wine of June" I'll drink to that. Lovely, lovely...

Andromeda Jazmon said...

mmmm seasons of joy smeared with pollen. I am going to love this weekend!