This is Summer

June

Month of leaves,
Month of roses;
Gardens full
Of dainty posies;

Skies of blue,
Hedgerows gay,
Meadows sweet
With the new-mown hay.

Flowery banks,
Adrone with bees,
Dreaming cattle
Under trees;

Song-birds pipe
A merry tune -
This is Summer,
This is June.

Irene F. Pawsey