My June

My June is a sigh of relief,
a moment of silence,
an afternoon nap in a sunbeam
that leaves the mind as calm
as a towering green oak tree.
Waking up, my June cracks its knuckles,
ready to begin the serious business of summer,
bike rides, late nights, and fruit-flavored wines.
My June is as fresh as a prize hen,
preened and fluffed for the county fair,
strutting its stuff for a blue ribbon
that means more than what it is.