The month of June holds steady
the threshold of summer as we move
joyously away from winters grasp.
The sun sets a late table; evening shadows
sharp and long. Fading footprints on the
sand possess the dreams of day. Beach
roses close out with respect. Day lilies
die with night. Screen doors welcome
visitors. Lilacs blend with cool onshore
breezes.
Our youth is held within the folds of
summer; pure without blemish. Summer
is esteemed above other seasons. It is the
kindness before the prevailing winds of
September.
Roger Singer 