JUNE 



with wonder-wakened eyes looked on its radiant 

 robe. 



The crimson globes of clover nestle near the 

 trefoil gold, the gilded tiers of rattle rise half up the 

 buttercups, the snow-fringed ox-eye waves above the 

 modest blushing daisy stars, the ruby-reds of sorrel 

 seeming to rob the sinking sun, that glistens on 

 the polished bronze of dancing quaking grass, the 

 spotted orchid's lilac shades, the milkwort's deep 

 rich blue a rainbow-jewelled throng the miracle 

 of June ! 



JUNE MEADOW 

 FLOWERS 



I close my eyes, my mind has spanned the bridge, 

 and I am back upon an Alpine upland pasture, knee- 

 deep in Anemone sulphur ea. 



The blues of heaven stoop to meet the blues of 

 earth, they mountain-mingle where the soft white 

 clouds are pierced and torn, half-shadowed, almost 

 grey, against the glistening whiteness of eternal snows, 

 that look as if they were the very steps of heaven. 



How can I forget the sight of those pale sulphur- 

 coloured windflowers, gently bending in the breeze 

 as if a great stately dance were taking place, having 



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ALPINE 

 FLOWERS 



