Ah, the heady, slow tempo,the sonnet of June --
with summer stretched out in a languorous tune,
her notes sweetly pedaled and perfumed with sighs,
she vows lazy mornings and evenings sublime. 

With a go-nowhere-fast song, she’s pool-water chill,
for screen-porch rain listening and napping your fill.
Crack open the book spines, the bottles of wine,
and relish her at-ease, adagio time.  

Wake up to slow measures, dipped silver with dew, 
as deer tap staccato while tiptoeing through.
At dusk, come the cymbals in lightning bug sets 
of quivering selfies that make you forget   

next month, bringing emails with pre-planning news,
and all the bleak back-to-school rhythm and blues.