JUNE

Summer has swung in, hazy green.

Magpies play clambering games,

On rooftops covered with moss.

 

Young, maverick, ravens and crows,

Alight on warm earth,

Studded richly,

With Ruby Grass.

 

Blackbirds bathe,

In narrow, shallow streams,

Relishing summer’s heat,

With tadpoles swimming between their feet.

 

Poppies have popped up by the footpath,

Surrounded, by a cluttered beautiful mess,

Of Fescue, Bluegrass and Common Mallow.

 

Tempered,

The Rose of Sharon,

Has awakened and taken to her throne.

She rules with the roses,

The air, of June.

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