June

August meant a blooming flower,

June was every blossom on the earth.

She was a tidal wave of petals,

She was every falling autumnal leaf.

Hyacinths sprouted from the blood of a fallen lover,

Rose was the symbol of the feeling itself.

 A river flowed to the heart of the world,

An Ocean submerged it.

She surrounded it,

Protected it.

She was everywhere,

She was everything.

Its home,

Its heart,

Its skin.