June's Moons and Gershwin Tunes

June comes softly and gently, bringing a sense of style and grace, as if she would like to be your fair lady. She reigns over her domain from a high-sky sun at its zenith come solstice. Her short nights are brought to an abrupt end by raucous dawns welcoming the day sounds to us participants in the celebration of summer at last. Her rains are gentle.

She has come to be known as the month of brides. Hapless prospective grooms lie about, unaware of June's magic influence, as if they were safe from the determination of brides and their mothers.

Countless small fry, released from scholastic bondage, go swimming, play kick ball or just "hang out -- prefacing the meditation so necessary for building a personality for a cogent adult down the ways of years.

To this observer there comes the tendency to find some things that rhyme --- thus the title to this piece. Picture a would-be lyricist banging out a tune on a ricky-tik piano in some Manhattan loft, seeking fame and fortune at Tin Pan Alley using the facile word-endings in place of a potential Richard Rodgers or Moss Hart. "Tain't June's fault --- there has certainly been no lack of her moons, but who can resist any of Gershwin's music --- ever?

Welcome, then, Lady June and stay as long as you like. See if you can't influence some of your brother/sister months to shape up and play fair with us humankind. That's only fair. Give us a splendid summer, and next June I'll write you a sonnet extolling the month that can produce perfect days.