We’re nearing the end of June which means that 2007 is just about half over. Can you believe it? Weren’t we just bringing in the new year a minute ago?
I don’t make resolutions at the beginning of the year, but I do find that the midway point is a good time to look back on the previous six months—and that’s pretty much what June means to me.
A melody of reflections
Bright beams of light
Sneaking in through tiny cracks
You couldn’t have seen when it was dark,
Making me nostalgic for
The days of two or more pairs of socks,
Crackles and pops
Choking billows of grey smoke
From the pungent, annual wildfires,
Bursting with sweet innocence
Of childhood, bicycles, swimming pools,
Spotted night skies
Glistening with such knowledge
That I truly can see forever.
Where have I been? Where will I go?
Where are the answers?
How does June make you feel? What comes to mind when you think of June? Do tell!
*P.S. After I posted this, I went over to Cheeky’s place and read her post entitled “Remembering: Way Back.” So much of it reminds me of June and summer and good times that I wholeheartedly recommend your going over there to check it out. And tell Cheeky I sent you!
[tags]june, poetry, middle of the year[/tags]