My June Garden Poem by Gayle Sweeney

Our bird feeder holds golden seeds for birds
Who sing their silvery songs in the trees.
Some chickadees flew toward the feeder as more
Birds waited to get their share of seeds.

A black bird, hidden amoung leaves
Of the trees called out and I looked up and around.
At a closeby woodland suddenly
A wondrous light dazzled the shimmery ground.

Blueberry plants on the backsteps now
Need to be put soon in the rich, dark, brown earth.
In the sun blueberries sparkle and enchant
The world with celestial blue mirth.

Memories of lavender by the house
Last year brings thoughts of old castles in France.
A dish has water with a stone where
Butterflies might catch the sun's reflected glance.

On a swaying bough a wind chime plays
Like a music box in a blue summer breeze.
Borrowed pots hold plants and dream
They'll bloom into scarlet splashes of brilliant poppies.

A cardinal kissed his bride right
On her red sunlit lipstick painted beak so bright.
In the green grass they loved having bread crumbs
Then after sharing in turns they took flight.

My petunias are a chorus of antique pink
And coral under the windows.
These beautiful flowers sing a song
In the sun side by side in a shining show.

Astonishing roses opened and are loved
Dressed up in pure, perfumed cherry red.
Amidst the hushed backyard at their sunshiny home
Our roses have an earthen bed.

You'll find deep midnight blue pansies
On the quiet patio winking up at us.
They peek secretively above clay pots
From morning til about the hour of dusk.

Butterflies with lemony, homespun wings
Float by in the sunshine when they visit.
On petals and at sunny spots by a brook
Under the blue sky they sit a bit.

My pretty, flowery garden is heaven,
Dancing a dance in summery June.
A wish upon a star could maybe
Blossom here and shine with the happy, full moon.