"The Eve of June"

One of my poems turns Sweet Sixteen today.

The Eve of June

(May 31, 1990)

After
night's chill,
the fog lifts
with the rising sun.
Sweet Williams (pink, white, lavender)
crowd corners, just without trees' reach;
glad daisies stretch for the warming sunshine;
and flags fly on neat lawns, stately assemblies.
Mothering earth breathes free on the Eve of June.
Little children, clad for the heat after noon,
shiver in shorts in short straggly lines,
stamping, as everyday, for school's bus,
champing today for school's end,
telling me, tolling me:
precious springtime passes
oh too
soon.

E. L. Core

Confer.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Wed. 05/31/06 07:40:39 AM
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