She had indigo eyes
and a sunflower smile,
and she loved to dance in the rain.
In the breath of sunrise,
she would sit for a while,
watch the waves, then rise once again.
She was fresh as the air
over a crystal lake
in the crisp, early flight of morn.
With her long flowing hair
and the wind in her wake,
of heavenly realms, she was born.
She tended her garden
of lilies and roses
with a spell deep-rooted in green.
She asked for no pardon
from neighborly noses
who watched her with wonder unseen.
She rippled with laughter;
and everyone loved her -
her numinous, luminous light.
Forever and after,
I always remember
she glistened with beauty so bright.
She passed without reason
into timeless twilight
on the trail of a Hawthorn moon
inside of the season
incandescent and bright.
Her namesake was unbridled June.
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