My mother month, my days of sweetness, of blossoming summer and life
‘Tis the month of beginning—my beginning. Leads me like the pied piper’s fife
Into the years to come. June is the month of ecstasy. No denying it.
June is the month of lilies, the fragrance foliage emits,
Is June’s odor.
June precedes liberty, precedes the intensity of heat, the sparks of July and the wildness of autumn.
When June adjourns there adjourns freshness.