Song for June

Allium (summer blooming)

Song for June

Summer is not the golden blaze of sun,
Nor lilac dark along the country lane,
Nor opal morning where the cool brooks run,
Nor velvet midnight laced with sudden rain.
Neither is summer the unfolding rose,
The frosty blue of berries ripening,
Nor tawny silken tassels down the rows
Where the tall corn makes dusty whispering.

These are but part of summer, not her heart,
Not the deep marrow that sustains the bone,
Investiture, yet from the whole apart,
For more than these is summer's self alone.

Summer is in your eyes that look on me
With sweet fulfillment of spring ecstasy.

~Gladys Taber