The warm June air calls me to play
to take advantage of the sun
so many things that must be done
and it’s too nice to waste the day
The flowering shrubs have passed their prime
and threat of cold is finally gone;
plant the annuals—mow the lawn,
trim back the bushes—now’s the time!
The weathered deck’s in need of stain,
as daylight stretches into eve—
there’s so much more than first perceived;
look forward to a day of rain…
So should you stop to see what’s new
and find my posts are rare at best
it’s because I needed rest
tomorrow there will be more to do.
But don’t give up, for write I will…
when time allows and ink flows free;
the summer’s brief; the winter–still,
and pen will call again to me.
© Ginny Brannan 2014
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