Dreams In June

It’s mid-June and I’m in love with hope

The summer air has worked its strongest charms, Ive fallen in love with 

this wretched season

This ‘sweet like honeysuckle’ lapse of hoping and breathing without cost

I feast on soft bread and swollen berries

My cat spends her days in the kitchen window 

My heart is drowsy like a foal

I let the earth drink my sorrows away before I’m swept back into the rush of it all

I faint into the warmth of the night, and in my dreams I meet myself again