Ode to June
Posted by Sherry Fulton
on May 23, 2015
Below is a poem by an author that I have always loved.
Her novels are terrific: Summer People, Three Women, and Gone to Soldiers. I still remember them from years ago.
She also is a poet and writes really accessible poetry. This is her description of June.
More Than Enough
By Marge Piercy
The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.