I remember many Junes, some more than others. The June when I was
300 miles away from home in a place I barely recognised as being on the same
planet as home until I found the woods and fields. Then I felt at home . Then I
felt this was my world and it still works like that.
JUNE MORNING
This is no ordinary morning,
This is a June morning.
Early fog burnt off by the sun,
The soft murmuring of birds
Sweeping in, around and among
The joyful daisies,
Curling into the cloud
Of remembered bluebells
Growing under the cherry tree,
Still sending their eternal blueness
Into the world.
And the cat, watching everything
With sharp gold eyes,
Folds up and falls asleep,
Stretched out on the grass.
Conquered by the white heat of love.
While the new sheep in the paddock,
With their big ears and long faces
Stand silent in the stillness,
Suddenly exploding into movement.
And all is caught up in the spell
Of a summer morning.
All caught up in the spell
Of a rapturous June.
©2024 Gwen Grant.
Poems by Gwen Grant 
Being in nature what works for me too, whether it be fields or the woods like you, or around my local res.
When going a little further afield, then down by the canal.
I also like being at the beach. But that is not something that I get to do with it not being near.
I love the view of this photo. It’s so calming and I can easily imagine myself being there.
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That is so lovely. It describes June perfectly.🩷🌺
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Lovely Gwen! I like any form of poetry that contains a cat!!
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Thank you so much, Kymber.
Gwen.
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Glad you liked the picture, Liz, and the poem.
Gwen.
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Me, too! Glad you liked it, Sharon.
Gwen.
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Beautiful lines that perfectly visualise natures beauty.
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Thank you! So glad you liked it.
Gwen.
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Gorgeous, Gwen! And the photo could be precisely from where (and when) I am currently located. The daisies, the river, the drying forested hills. Wow. I relate: not home, and yet where the forest is, there is always home. (I agree with Sharon about the cat, too. 😉 )
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Thanks so much, Camilla. Very glad you have a river.
Gwen.
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Like October, June is one of those perfect months. You paint a beautiful picture of it with your words. And the woods feel like home to me, too!
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So glad beautiful June came through in my poem. How could any of us manage without woods and fields.
Gwen.
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Blessed June morning.
Nice to read you.
Greetings.
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May the sun shine on you – as the Irish blessing says.
Gwen.
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Thank you so much 😊🤗
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