June

I am grateful for June... all the graduations, new beginnings.  June is the month of my husband*s birth, our wedding anniversary (today)(18 this year), my ordination to diaconate.  Not to mention all those graduation times, even the ones that happened in May (I conveniently move them to June in my mind, so they won*t be forgotten, in the welter of May*s endings).  Sometimes I imagine June as a time to re-color what has become pale during the year.  Sometimes occasions even become a different color in time.

June is a month of celebration,

A warm, often wet, occasion

Of graduations,

Beginnings,

And times begging

Lifelong remembrance.

It is second only

To May

Come to think of it.

In June I remember again

Pieces of who I am

Pieces which pale

Over the year

Only to gain color again

In June

Like the fully purpled clematis

If I only

But pay attention.