June Brings A Joy Freshly Hewn.

June melted

like warm oil

over my bare

back this morn.

Shirtless, shoeless,

Blue-less

I stood clueless at

what to do first.

The world was

gargantuan green

as dandelions bent

their yellowed manes

beneath my toes

at last released

from my leather

beasts of size ten.

I wanted to spin

in a big circle

till I fell

into the splendour of

summers fragrant embrace

but I was no longer six.

My neighbors

might have called

the men in the white coats

to take me to some

strait jacketed hell.

So I kept my freedom

cradled in a hammock

like some giant

four legged spider.

I sprawled

across its webbing

letting my imagination fly

and spinning all that

had bugged me

into a cocoon of silk to

worry to death later.

The winter had

bled me white,

and some vitamin D-light

was at the top of my list.

Eyes closed,

swaying in the breeze

I blended into that

summer landscape.

like a still life picture,

or a Norman Rockwell cover.

I hung slightly skewed

between two trees till

soon enough some ZZZZZ's

descended like bees

and brought me the buzz

of a morning nap.

The newspapers remained

rolled up in the mailbox,

offering something

less then this

spectacularly fine

June day.

When I awoke later

it would all still be there

but for now I was savoring

the bright orange nothingness

that waited behind

my closed eyelids.

Birds chirped above me

accompanied by

the distant drone

of some lawn groomer

as the leaves rustled softly

whispering in a language

I could never capture

but always was

quite fond of.

My To do list

was Ta-Da!!

and so I bid "Ta-Ta"

to all the worries

and scurries of life

that passed just

a couple hundred

yards away from

my suspension in time.

Only some

chrome reflections

and a couple of

"It's Midas-time mufflers!"

disturbed my sanctuary.....

but even they faded

as the warm oils of June

melted me into oblivion.

((((((((((((((((((((((O)))))))))))))))))))))

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III

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SwiftlyClean 6 years ago from Texas

Hey MFB, I enjoyed the relaxing with you for this moment.

Great poem!

Peace!

Sharon Smith


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

Great thoughts. My best times are watching the birds and squirrels on my deck and in the trees. I love buying them their sunflower seeds!


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always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

I could see u lying there, eyes closed, enjoying the sounds around u,

now i think i,ll take a nap, something made me sleepy


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas

Yea I love June as well. It is my birthday month and is nice, its July that I dread here because it gets so unbearably hot until Oct. But June, I like June. Nice poem. Cheers.


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Usually June is a sunny month, this year it's been mostly wet. July and Aug should be very hot. That was a relaxing poem, I enjoyed it very much, made me just want to kick back and dream.

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