June

The month of June has just arrived. How many Junes to be? A month received as precious gift And guarded jealously. Each day of June is a jewel In crown of speeding year. We mourn its passing in advance As each June grows more dear. Paused between the spring and summer As Heaven’s sweet preview. The number of Junes allotted In longest life too few.

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Zzzzz Zzzzz

Date: 6/13/2011 3:24:00 AM

A beautifully poignant write, Joyce. As we get older, we begin to appreciate each coming season--indeed, each month--with a heightened sense of gratitude. Here's to many more Junes! Love and kind regards, Robert.

James Foulk

Date: 6/11/2011 9:37:00 PM

really liked this one, an enjoyable read. thank you for commenting on Little blue Eyes.

Barbara Gorelick

Date: 6/11/2011 9:52:00 AM

This one speaks to me and my aching bones...great one. BG

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 6/11/2011 9:31:00 AM

Deep, philosophical observation here, Joyce. We really don't know how many "Junes" we will see again. As we get older, each year is a smaller fraction of the life we've known and it seems to speed by us too quickly. Amazing insight in your poem. Love, Carolyn