A Morning in June
Peonies droop in beauteous splendor,
Petals slowly tumble down,
Honeysuckle twines each fence post
Spreads its fragrance all around.
Cool breeze sways the maple branches
Birds fly busily here and there,
Both the canines stretch contented,
Sounds of tractors fill the air.
Quiet rules the homey domain,
Little-one is still asleep,
Both the men are working elsewhere,
I, alone, the home-fires keep.
Peace of mind creeps slowly o're me
As I sit relaxed and swing
There is nothing quite so healing
As a morning's rest in spring.