Don't you just love June? With all its new blooms and lushness and promise of sun, it's an amiable month alright. The first step into summer, high-point of growth, the embodiment of youth, exactly as Marge Piercy puts it here: 'The green will never/again be so green, so purely and lushly/new..' And these last few sunny days it seems as if we do 'stagger into' the month 'smeared with pollen' (what a great image) sun-happy and sun-stunned and glowing.
More Than Enough - 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. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.