june is here
and it’s clear
to me
that things will be good for a while
//how long?
i couldn’t say,
oh how i wish june would stay
(he’s such a handsome fellow that i adore.)
if june were a man:
he’d be tall and tan
with a golden curl on his brow–
son of apollo,
the sun god we follow,
and easy and quick with a smile–
oh kiss me,
i’d swoon,
my dusk loving june,
the crickets are drunk
on the season.
poem by 20 year old me.
what will you do with these brilliant eternal evenings?
that solstice drawing near, yawning like summer dawn.