A triumphant midday sun in throat chakra sky
Over the steady stream
Specks and motes of dust float by
Weeping willow dips a leafy twig.
Above the heads of smoking students
Dances a damsel fly
A joyous din of children spin
In summer uniform nearby.
The epitome of ‘Flaming June'
Gazing at the blazing sun
I can’t resist a write about it
Now the season‘s near mid-run