June on Joy
A Poem
I was feeling uninspired, but could find no inspiration, and isn't that the way of wanting. Having nothing but time, boredom slowly creeps, not unlike these contrary clovers growing tenaciously between the garden stones. Spent half the day searching skies, longing for rain clouds, only to be drenched in stubborn sun. I was looking for, I'm sure something- but became distracted by the foolish persistence of an insistent inchworm, making his way at a truly agonizing pace. I watched his meandering, self-imposed melancholy holding strong, until a flash of red in my peripheral proved to be nothing but a mulish cardinal, intent on disrupting my foul disposition (paying no heed to his own rather rude interference). Begrudgingly, I took in the foxglove, how she cheerfully trots along the horizon line. I felt her laughter, as I tried to maintain my air of displeasure. But, alas- it seems June has decided on joy. And as June, seems as good a judge as any... well then I guess, I'll throw in the towel, and joy it shall be.


I love this style, Laura!! I’m smiling with joy. 🌻🌞
This was so lovely, Laura. I have many foxgloves nearby. They are so beautiful I can't help but admire. I just learned recently that they are toxic though! Now I want to touch them even more, knowing that I can't lol.