by Fidelia Bridges (1834 - 1923)
And since all this loveliness cannot be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June.
― Abba Woolson
June falls asleep upon her bier of flowers;
In vain are dewdrops sprinkled o'er her,
In vain would fond winds fan her back to life,
Her hours are numbered on the floral dial.
― Lucy Larcom
Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.
― Al Bernstein
So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing,
So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see;
So blithe and gay the hummingbird a-going
From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.
― Nora Perry, In June