After days of clouds, rain, river-swell

and cold soaked feet

a hearty blue and wholesome force

sweeps new sky over un-mowed meadow

Earth dries. Grass dries. Soles dry.

White campion blooms and tilts

in the loosening breeze.

Vines wild and lush

climb over the rain-crazed brook. 

You hear the bees, you smell the roses

before you know – it's June