Bid Adieu To Sweet June

Thus she slowly packs her bags and leaves sated by the touch of pollination’s breeze moistens soft petals of flowering wings succumbs to the drone each buzzing bee sings squeezes a raindrop – a tear if you will for seasons in passing cannot sit still nor do they tarry - wish to stay on for with their passing another is born. Life is not troubled by its limited stay nor sunrise diminished by each fading ray for moments are moments and each holds a place in history’s shadow - season’s retraced. Summon the heralds - sound a glad tune welcome July – bid adieu to sweet June. John G. Lawless ©6/25/2019