The month of June has just arrived.
How many Junes to be?
A month received as precious gift
And guarded jealously.
Each day of June a jewel in
The crown of the speeding year.
We mourn its passing in advance
As each June grows more dear.
Paused between spring and summer
As Heaven’s sweet preview
The number of Junes allotted
In the longest life too few.
Joyce Johnson lives in the beautiful Skagit Valley of Washington State. She owns a small farm and rents her land to a bulb grower. She is surrounded by beauty in the spring from the tulips and daffodils that inspire much of her poetry. Joyce will celebrate her 95th birthday in July of 2013.