Juneish

Sun stands high in the sky, many hours before setting,

hot where it strikes my skin, hardly a cloud to hide me.

A soft, cool breeze caresses my face, refreshing

and bringing me the scent of a sweet perfume.

In a hedge hiding under a lilac sibling,

bright white blossoms are scented of orange water.

A cheering sight, picking me up after work

like a good, gentle friend.

Green leaves rustle in the soft breeze, waving me onward,

asking that I remember next June it’ll be there.

To share it’s sweet perfume and cheery white blossoms

hiding under its lilac sibling.