Awaiting June

Cold winds whip lifeless trees,
As snowflakes scurry by.
My mind drifts to a warmer place,
As I look forward to June.

Warm breezes caress newborn leaves,
Into summer’s soft, sweet song.
They return to warm all the earth,
With the warm breath of June.

Rain falls to nourish the earth,
And clean away Winter’s dust.
Plants and animals all look up,
To be kissed by the lips of June.

Flowers bloom in a magic carpet,
Of colors and leaves to view.
Nothing on earth can compare,
To the vast beauty of June.

Birds sing their songs of love,
To remind us of life renewed.
Couples now formed create small others.
Such is the nature of June.

The sound of people returns outside,
And livens days now so long.
Happiness returns to its rightful place,
Holding the hand of June.

School halls now left silent,
Empty of their playful guests.
Children have summer to enjoy.
They play with their friend June.

My mind returns to the earth so bleak,
In the icy hands of Winter.
I cry as I slowly speak,
What happened to June?

To my surprise as I look outside,
And see what Winter has done.
I see buds and seeds upon the earth.
Part of June is still here.

When blessed warm winds again return,
And earth is born once more.
New life springs from many places.
And June lives again.

IN MEMORY: DEDICATED TO:

                   June T. Higson                               Ike Higson
                             1970 – 1999                                  1999
                             What Happened to June?             Part of June is still here.