June
The air is cool and into June -
The summer has escaped -
But Mother nature as a boon
The Earth with green has draped.
The nymphs they climb the Iris reeds
Emerge as dragonflies -
The bees and birds in summer meads -
The wind it tests and tries.
Despite the cold the humans sow
Their seeds, encourage flowers -
The Violets and some Pansies glow
And while away the hours.
Keith Pettit
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