With you, you have bought the days of Summer!
Even though the rain is my favourite,
I can not say that I mind all that much;
you bringeth rays of warmth, I’ll soon forget.
But for now, very now, I’ll happily clutch
at the endings you bitter-sweetly bring.
For with each end you profess a new song
I’ll not cling. I’ll shout and sing to times passed –
a concert of all that’s not long ago.
After all, I will take your gentle cue
and chase the sunsets in their multitude.
So thank you. June. For the days that have ensued:
the smiles – embraces from those I love.
Moments I will cherish and not in lieu,
as scintillating as the Summer Sun.
Which whispers of the month yet to come…
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