I almost cry at the sweetness of June.
Woken early by my own heart
unfurling in loving roots...
and now I find myself firmly planted
on top of the hill.
These flowers, like paintbrushes
as the feeling of a sob,
but only for the magic of breathing.
This month is my only sweetheart.
A list of all the warmest things:
desert peach, grapefruit juice,
light on the windowsill,
the itch of tall grass,
the itch of loving,
the itch of summer up on its tiptoe
peering over the fence-
a little love-struck.
-Not written by me, found this post, cannot find credits. Wanted to share :)