Phantom June

 Sun at zenithJune’s danceunfurls Moon throughmidnight skythrobs silver: & bittersweetwhisper of lifeslices. She runs throughbindweed tocopse’s edge a circle of treestremble aboveher head & the fox cubscall a baby’s cry‘’Mine all mine’’.  Downy heads& sleeplessnights small handscurl on velvetbreast now inchurchyardlaid to rest rimmed inmoonlightroses left she watches. Sun at zenithmid-summersky full moonwhispers‘’Not I, not I’’   & is it trueshe passedthe test of time? ''All mine,all mine.....''  To listen click here