This is June

This is the week the Creeping Jenny will bloom

and soften my path through the orchard.

The quince will peek their coral heads

and the poppies will rise and rise

so they will be ready to

show us what red really is.

This is June.

Little miracles everywhere.

Alters shaping themselves around me.

Praise is in the garden.

Every plant is reaching up their arms

in gratitude.

Thank you for the blooms.

See it all for its' beauty.

Beauty being enough to change the world.

Then close your eyes and take it in.

The scent of June is decades old

carrying me around 

from childhood to this very moment

on this land that lives

for the warmth of your embrace.

June.

This is June.