June

What right have we to June

The very springtime and fullness of the year

When hope has died in May

We who carry the weight of loss

Who linger on

Unknowing

Watch the songbirds sport and dash

Unconcerned at their neighbor’s plight

All nature proclaims selfishness

Enjoy the day

Use well your time

Think not that you are spared

Take the moment and go

Rejoice with full lungs

Before you too are laid out

Gone