My furry, little friend, Wild Rose is taking time to smell the roses :)) No thorns just lots of kisses!

Of New England in June
        I remember...

Pink roses cascading the old gray wall
As streams of shimmering sunlight
Dance among the silver birches
And meadows of white daises
Wave in the gentle breeze.

From the stone-fenced rolling pasture
To the twilight night in the deep wood 
Where fireflies with fairy lanterns
Shine their silver light

Among this primrose scented starry night
In stillness I listen to the crickets serenade
All the while embracing the soul of June.

Eveline Maria Smith ©  September 2005
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