And now comes June,
lush in its green adornment,
flowered and fragrant and fancy,
where strawberries lurk red and sweet
and peonies burst with glory.
The warm air presses against
our wintered flesh,
wakes us with a summer breeze
through an open window,
carries a distant wren's song
as a holy descant
to the season's symphony.
And, silently, the Word is given again,
the Spirit calling the world to life,
turning seeds into sprouts
and buds into flowers
and eggs into chirping, flying things.
And we walk through these marvels,
laugh in pink and purple and gold,
find joy rising in us even in rain
as we feel the love stirring,
smiling, shining with promise
in glad and grateful hearts!

--Timothy Haut