June

Dancing ever through the air,
Maid of June...with brunette hair.
Moving with an elfish skill,
Past the meadow to the hill.

With her black stilettos on,
A darting flash...and she is gone.
Chasing sunbeams into crowds,
Making petticoats of clouds.

Watching caterpillars crawl,
From a twig onto the wall.
Bending down to take a look,
At the froggies in the brook.

Swinging on the garden-gate,
In the shadows...staying late.
Till her eyes in deep repose,
Lays her cheek upon the rose.


E.P. 1908 - 1989