The following poems are about June. The last is recognizing Father’s Day. If you have any comments
or poems send them to larryspiro@aol.com.
Muse of June
Lawrence Spiro
The winter’s gaze severe and chilled
sees cold in a tic of frigid toc.
But relief in time will be fulfilled
when sweet wet June punches nature’s clock.
June ruminates
Cuckoo it’s June!
“April is the cruelest month” (1)
April is a waste.
“April comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.” (2)
Then soggy May blows bugs and pollen everywhere.
“Darling buds of May” (3) buds bloom blah blah
Makes me chokegagspit those smelly petulant petals out.
You like June.
You love June don’t you?
Jeh teh mor oh hu ju ooh ooh
Dum dum da dum—- dum dum da dum (4)
Wah wah wah
Bicker bicker
Uh oh July is leaking out
I came
I’m gone
(1) T.S. Elliot The Waste Land
(2) Edna St. Vincent Millay Spring
(3) Shakespeare Shall I compare thee to a summers day
(4) Here Comes the Bride (tune)
The good Fathers’ Day
Lawrence Spiro
When a father cries it shakes the earth
and the world is never the same.
His heart beats strongly for family and faith
even though weary from work and worry.
He kneels to hold a small precious hand
gentle to the child who looks up to him.
His locus is seen through eyes of steel
an aegis to protect, nourish, and sooth.
The ethics of the fathers are his council
to answer life’s adjuration and time’s whim.
His central tendency is to be unselfish
proceeding in kindness and restraint.
Our fathers know the feel of love
protecting it fiercely with logic and peace.
Their day passes without fanfare.
This day is father’s-day.
