A Rune For June
June is not my favorite month. That would be October. But this evening as I walked in the gloaming, I considered the assorted faces and the assured fate of comely June.
June traces the lightning bug's glimmer, the cicada's whir, and the susurrus of warm wind in full-leafed overreaching branches to where time lapses into a pink-hued memory of effortless days. June at its coolest is a languid float in sparkling water; June at its hottest is the ronron of the pool pump and the clack of busy squirrels in tall pines.June is a trembling novice, a brave knowing soul, a seasoned conspirator.
June of all the months casts the tenderest, most wistful glance backward, and does it with dewy singing eyes. Sequestered in the soul of June is all the poignancy of all the love that ever was. Its roses, its moons, its skies, its blossom-scented air, its very existence summons belief in the God who put into motion all of June's romances.
June's beauty and grace softens the calumnies of mankind, if only for a moment. In an untouched June morning resides the clear light of forgiveness. June with its eager ambivalence embodies the siren call of wanderlust, the promise of adventure, the happy fact of a lengthy journey completed.
A June dawn beckons. A June day bestows. A June evening blesses. A June night beams. June's outrageous lambency and utter truthfulness increases flagging faith and soothes the bitter gall of heartbreak.
June's plangent song rides smoothly on its own fragrant breezes, heavy with nostalgia. June coos to its infants, laughs with its children, whispers to its brides, counsels courage to its aged, mourns with its dying. June inspires the poet, the artist, the builder, the naturalist and the lover.
When June at last languishes it lays to rest a measure of summer's innocence. June is a trembling novice, a brave knowing soul, a seasoned conspirator. June's gentle advances tune our beings to July's intemperate excesses, prepare us for August's overbearing and overlong contention.
June remembered is an unhurried embrace, a beseeching look, the final caress of a departing love. June forgotten is still, silent bells and an empty shell-strewn shore.
In June's going is the first peeking tendril of winter. Where Junes go, down light paths and dark, we follow.
Reader Comments (12)
What a lovely, poetic post. This is a great ode to June. But that line about the first peeking tendril of winter is so true. Once the days start getting shorter, I always feel a little sad.
It's also time to spray the driveway weeds.
@ Ruth ... thanks luv. Me too, except I love autumn.
@ Don ... yes, levity was desperately needed there but nothing's much more ridiculous than the thought of me spraying weeds ... LOL! A bug might get on me. I'll make TG or Andrew do it.
I love all your descriptive adjectives!
Also, June is JD's birthday. Also, mine. I like June a lot. ;-)
Oh, this is beautiful! How can you write such lovely prose about a month that isn't even your favorite? I can't wait to hear your descriptions of October!
Lovely essay. Thanks.
This made me sigh... the same, sweet, contented sigh that comes whenever I'm reading poetry (Shakespeare and Browning being among my favorites). This was so beautiful, I had to comment. Thank you Mrs. Weber!
@ Angi ... JD indeed, on the 9th ... and happy birthday to you! My mother has a June birthday as well.
@ JD ... I'm glad you liked it. I wrote about fall last fall, LOL ... I'll trot that post back out at the opportune moment.
@ Sid ... you are quite welcome, my friend.
@ Kayla ... I do a great deal of sighing when I read Shakespeare and EBB as well! Two of my absolute favorites. Thanks for reading and for your kind words.
I love this site....and I love Columbia! So glad I found you!
I was thinking the same thing as JD. I can't wait for your ode to October!
I like "June is a trembling novice, a brave knowing soul, a seasoned conspirator." Lovely word usage! I am amazed at how much June manages to accomplish in its thirty days!
@ The Chick ... I'm glad too, and welcome, and thanks for reading!
@ Windyridge ... I hope it doesn't disappoint! You all are too kind.
@ Keli ... it does accomplish a lot, doesn't it? Thanks for the compliment, dear.