June

Children in bare feet
skim the surface of green,
their bright laughter
and the bee drone afternoon
fading in the trees
like lazy wind chimes
on a whitewashed porch.

The day's long perfume
settles under the sun
and draws out shadows
from behind garden gates
and old tire swings
where morning glory creeps and climbs
and gold bursts forth
on freckled lawns.

Picket fences break the blue
where latticework moths
flutter with lanterns in the trees
and cat tails like pan pipes
break the warmth
in jonquilled notes
that braid the world in June.