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Poetry Sunday: June by Vinaya Joseph

Searching for a poem that described this time of year, I came across this one by a poet I'd never heard of.  I still know nothing about him/her. I wasn't able to find any useful information online. But I liked the poem and so I decided to feature it here anyway. 

June holds many special memories for me, not least of which my wedding anniversary that will be coming up later this month. (Has it really been fifty years?) Perhaps June is a special month for you, too...

June

by Vinaya Joseph

With skies of blue and sun-kissed air,
June whispers secrets everywhere.
In fields of green and blooming flowers,
June paints the world with vibrant powers.
Each petal dances in the breeze,
A celebration of life's ease.

With every dawn, a promise anew,
In June's embrace, dreams come true.
A time for adventure, for love, for play,
As June guides us along our way.

In June's light, memories are made,
In laughter shared and joys displayed.
A tapestry of moments, rich and bright,
In June's embrace, we find delight.

So let us cherish June's sweet song,
And let its melodies carry us along.
For in its midst, we find the key,
To unlock the door to destiny.
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  1. David M. Gascoigne,June 8, 2025 at 5:13 AM

    “So let us cherish June’s sweet song.” Amen to that!

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  2. AlanaJune 8, 2025 at 5:29 AM

    After the rush of flowers and unfurling leaves in May, we settle into June's sweet song. A lovely poem.

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  3. jabblogJune 8, 2025 at 5:32 AM

    Enjoy June before she gets blowsy and overblown.

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  4. Lark@LarkWritesJune 8, 2025 at 9:39 AM

    What a great poem! I love the lines about June being a time for adventure and play, and how memories are made. :D

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  5. thecuecardJune 11, 2025 at 8:02 PM

    What a nice poem. Happy Anniversary month! 50 is a great achievement. We have our anniversary tomorrow June 12! What a good month to get married ...

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    1. Dorothy BordersJune 11, 2025 at 9:53 PM

      Yes, it is. And a happy anniversary to you and your spouse.

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  6. Deb Nance at ReaderbuzzJune 12, 2025 at 8:57 AM

    There's so much alive at this time of the year! It is glorious. Happy anniversary, Dorothy!

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