The twenty-first, the longest day
and this 'Spanish Plume' remains
bringing heat for Solstice
for heady dancing gains
and I with best foot forward
claim the day all for my own
this solstice here in summer
in the June I've loved and known
So good to feel the sun again
and let its warmth envelope me
as I lie down and drift away
at ease and blissfully
So good to see the good it's done
to grass and bush and tree
as growth abundant blossoms
quite unequivocally
I am pleased with all my lavender
and though weeks yet til the chop
I've several plants now on the go
to bring a bumper crop
Still green of course yet now the shoots
here early into June
are good to see and promising
with all the flowers in bloom
And this morning
the glorious sunshine pervaded
so wondrously
that I was persuaded
though it didn't take much
it the truth be told
as when one is faced
by mornings of gold
it is really and truly
abundantly clear
that June has arrived
and the summer is here
Afternoon sunshine
in June, deliciously hot
I am in heaven
But it is a place
on earth, as Belinda said
and she was quite right
Nowhere else I would
further be this afternoon
than right here right now
As summers come and summers go
June comes around each year
and with it comes a joie de vivre
I've all my life held dear
For I am a child of summer
born for warmth and sun
when the golden one's high apex
means that June has finally come
The sixth month of the year arrives
here with the first of June
Summer smiles a welcome
singing here a happy tune
Sun shines down from clear blue skies
a little dance seems right
expression of the sentiment
we have with this in sight
This time last year
we were spoilt that’s for sure
As the sunshine it came
and the temperatures soared
But this year it seems
we’ve returned to the fray
For June in full swing
sees rain every day
In this dark of December
to this iron bone
when daylight is seldom
and sunshine has flown
And winter, vice-like
has me firm in its hold
bombarding my senses
with fingers of cold
My thoughts lie in summer
when June in the light
paints warmth over all
that it has in its sight
The end of June, St James’ Park
first thing in the morning
London’s just awaking
and most people are still yawning
But here the sun is shining
and there are squirrels out at play
Whilst early morning joggers
pass me panting on the way
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