Good Bye May; Hello June

بِسۡمِ ٱللهِ ٱلرَّحۡمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ

In the name of ALLAH, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

Good Bye May; Hello June

We are here in June; the sixth month of the Julian and Gregorian calendar and is named after the Roman goddess Juno, the wife of Jupiter and the goddess of marriage and childbirth. The origin term “June” means “young” from the Latin word Iūnō. The length of the month of June is 30 days. June is the month of freshness, joy, happiness, wishes, and desire. “The beauty of June day is almost staggering. Everything that could turn green, outdoes itself in greenness and everything dreaming to bloom blossoms. The sunlight is a benediction.

Summer is traditionally associated with hot or warm weather. The sun shines longer in the summer and the longer the sun shines, the hotter it gets. The sun's rays also hit the Earth at a steep angle in the summer increasing the amount of solar energy focused on one area and contributing to the increased heat in summer. The peak of summer is the month of June, because it marks the summer solstice, which is the longest day of the year (21 June). This is a time of year in Northern hemisphere for the abundance of light and warmth that the sun provides. In the Southern Hemisphere, June is the month of winter start and contains the winter solstice, the day with the fewest hours of daylight out of the year. On the other hand; in north of the Arctic Circle, this is when the midnight sun occurs for the longest period, during which the Sun remains visible even at midnight. Conversely, it is polar night in places within the Antarctic Circle, during which the Sun remains below the horizon for more than 24 hours.

Gary Zukav says that “Both the Winter and the Summer Solstices are expressions of love. They show us the opposition of light and dark, expansion and contraction, that characterize our experiences in the Earth school so that we can recognize our options as we move through our lives.” June is a summer month in the northern half of the world. “June is the gateway to summer”, and it announces with a bang “June is here”, as the energy store house "Sun" blazes its most shiny face to the human dwellings. The month of June raises query for all beings “ It's Summer now, Are you ready for it ?

Maud Hart Lovelace, says in Betsy-Tacy and Tib “It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.” If sunshine day is like what said here then Bernard Williams must be right for saying “If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.” In such a season, when life become celebrations then Jean Hersey has said about it so eloquently “June is the month of dreams, I think; Gardeners watch their roses, pink. Birds leave the nest and try their wings And songbirds learn just how to sing.”

The June is Summer Month and Summer is hot but refreshing and life changing in the region of the world where English Language is spoken and read as mother tongue. Moreover, the full moon that occurs in June in these areas is most commonly known as the strawberry moon because it coincides with the strawberry-picking season; other names for it include the rose moon, honey moon and the poetic midsummer moon. In astrology, the Zodiac signs for people born between 21 May and 21 June is Gemini (♊︎); for those born between 22 June and 22 July, their sign is Cancer (♋︎).

"Who comes with Summer to this earth

And owes to June her day of birth,

With ring of Agate on her hand,

Can health, wealth, and long life command." ~ Anon

May - a month of hesitations like a group of playful students, has gently passed by, neither hurried nor noisy, yet not still, not too foolish either. May's departure is when the lavenders cease to be violet, each crimson phoenix appears even redder like flames. The pace becomes busier, more hurried, sometimes feeling unsteady, pondering about a past May. The month of June comes with festival of mermaids, a celebration of asteroids and the return of fireflies. June comes with camping trips, fishing adventures and the sweet freedom of school's end. Its also the month of vacations in schools and colleges.

Where is the mournful May's cicada cry

Tiny shadows thin at the end of the street

Our old path, our old fate fades away

May's unfinished, its purple hues gray

The royal phoenix stops smiling by the street corner

Melancholy wanders in the troubled mind.

Why was June made?—Can you guess?

June was made for happiness!

Even the trees

Know this, and the breeze

That loves to play

Outside all day,

And never is too bold or rough,

Like March's wind, but just a tiny blow's enough;

And all the fields know.

Now summer is in flower and natures hum

Is never silent round her sultry bloom

Insects as small as dust are never done

Wi' glittering dance and reeling in the sun

And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee

Are never weary of their melody

Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine

Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine

That lift athirst their slender throated flowers

Agape for dew falls and for honey showers

These round each bush in sweet disorder run

And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun

Where its silk netting lace on twigs and leaves

The mottld spider at eves leisure weaves

That every morning meet the poets eye

Like faireys dew wet dresses hung to dry

The wheat swells into ear and leaves below

The may month wild flowers and their gaudy show

Bright carlock bluecap and corn poppy red

Which in such clouds of colours wid [e] ly spread

That at the sun rise might to fancys eye

Seem to reflect the many colour'd sky

O month whose promise and fulfilment blend,

And burst in one! it seems the earth can store

In all her roomy house no treasure more;

Of all her wealth no farthing have to spend

On fruit, when once this stintless flowering end.

And yet no tiniest flower shall fall before

It hath made ready at its hidden core

Its tithe of seed, which we may count and tend

Till harvest. Joy of blossomed love, for thee

Seems it no fairer thing can yet have birth?

No room is left for deeper ecstasy?

Watch well if seeds grow strong, to scatter free

Germs for thy future summers on the earth.

A joy which is but joy soon comes to dearth.

This is the year's sweet prime! Methinks, like Youth,

'Tis poetry embodied! Nay, I deem,

Delightsome June! that Fancy's brightest dream

Outvies not thy fair beauty; nay in sooth,

For once she need but borrow hues from Truth

To picture thee. Now yield we every sense

To the sweet season's genial influence,

And banish from our bosoms care and ruth.

Ask we for fragrance? lo! each little flower

Yields to our scarce-breathed wish its incense sweet;

For music? hie we to the glade and bower,

There the blithe birds shall give us welcome meet;

For beauty? deck'd in all its living power,

Earth lays her brightest trophies at our feet.

 Great is the sun, and wide he goes

Through empty heaven without repose;

And in the blue and glowing days

More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull

To keep the shady parlour cool,

Yet he will find a chink or two

To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad

He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;

And through the broken edge of tiles

Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around

He bares to all the garden ground,

And sheds a warm and glittering look

Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,

Round the bright air with footing true,

To please the child, to paint the rose,

The gardener of the World, he goes.

A something in a summer's Day

As slow her flambeaux burn away

Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon—

A depth—an Azure—a perfume—

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer's night

A something so transporting bright

I clap my hands to see—

Then veil my too inspecting face

Lets such a subtle—shimmering grace

Flutter too far for me—

The wizard fingers never rest—

The purple brook within the breast

Still chafes it narrow bed—

Still rears the East her amber Flag—

Guides still the sun along the Crag

His Caravan of Red—

So looking on—the night—the morn

Conclude the wonder gay—

And I meet, coming thro' the dews

Another summer's Day!

Evening, and all the birds

In a chorus of shimmering sound

Are easing their hearts of joy

For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,

The few first stars are white,--

Oh let me like the birds

Sing before night.

This is so—

June was not made for wind and stress,

June was made for happiness;

Little happy daisy faces

Show it in the meadow places,

And they call out when I pass,

"Stay and play here in the grass."

June was made for happy things,

Boats and flowers, stars and wings,

Not for wind and stress,

June was made for happiness!

I feel the breath of the summer night,

Aromatic fire:

The trees, the vines, the flowers are astir

With tender desire.

The white moths flutter about the lamp,

Enamoured with light;

And a thousand creatures softly sing

A song to the night!

But I am alone, and how can I sing

Praises to thee?

Come, Night! Unveil the beautiful soul

That waiteth for me.