Mine is the Month of Roses; yes, and mine
The Month of Marriages! All pleasant sights
And scents, the fragrance of the blossoming vine,
The foliage of the valleys and the heights.
Mine are the longest days, the loveliest nights;
The mower’s scythe makes music to my ear;
I am the mother of all dear delights;
I am the fairest daughter of the year.
June by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
(February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882)
The beautiful image accompanying this poem is “Woman in the Garden. Sainte-Adresse” by Claude Monet
