June

O give me...June,
To tuck within my heart.
That thoughts of glorious days,
Will never from me part.

And let there be a storage pot,
Where surplus can be left.
Then I can use bright moments,
When seasons are bereft.

Let bird-song be for serving,
In cheerful, laden strans.
And breezes soft and gentle,
Be stirred by yellow-fans.

Let rushes fill my vision,
Where marsh-birds stand and preen.
And let me see some buttercups,
All laced in tender green.

O...let there be June memories,
Let all its joys abound.
To use when wild-winds come along,
AND SNOW IS ON THE GROUND.

E.P. 1908 - 1989