Strawberry Moon
Hear me unwearied child of Zeus
Strawberry moon viewed in June
My turn to listen, to hear, to croon
The time is nigh the air is warm
We’ve hidden blankets in the barn
That all who spend a time or two
May hold hearts warm, build bridges new
To croon away now just past May
We link our hands while still we pray
For many needs with a nod of care
Who feel the loss of health once fair.
Bending to the wind and leaf of palm
We wish for miracles and breezes warm
Straw just freshly and gently laid.
But dust makes for a sudden sneeze
And all long for fresh and gentle breeze
As quickly July jumps out of June
As quickly old friends become now gone
So oddly familiar, yet so forever known
We slide into a melting of sun and stars
November in a blink soon will call again
As if through in a warped refrain
A hint of silver peering through
Leaves hang and twirl and tumble
Forest floors now wet with memories
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