June

It’s beautiful, the Summer month of June
When all of God’s own wildflowers are in bloom;
And sun shines brightly most part of the day
And butterflies o’er lush green meadows play.

Light hearted skylark, songster of the wing,
High o’er the quiet and lonely moorland sing;
Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath,
Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.

So mellow the gentle breath of June day breeze!
The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees,
And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream
Bask in the sun, their spotted skins agleam.

~ Francis Duggan (Contemporary Irish poet)

Shared by Betty Hanselman
Gardener’s wife (& June joy-taker)