June

To look across the wheat field's tossing sea

Splashing against a shining rim of sky;

To hear a slow and sibilant tune

Whispering through the dancing spears;

To lie immersed within the ocean of the afternoon

Feeling the green and golden waves slide by;

Sometimes I think that this is heaven enough,

Heaven enough, this singing sea and I afloat

This fragrant waves of June.

~ Catherine Eckrich