June

June
Young and lovely
A little less naïve than May
Still innocent, still believing
In things like happy endings
And winning at the games we play

June
Carefree, a feather
Fluttering gently through the days
A barely felt caress upon a cheek
Smiling, whispering as she passes by
Singing a little hymn of praise

June
Ready or not
She has come through the door
Bringing us long-awaited gifts
Chasing away winter’s final chill
And always promising so much more