Of New England in June
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