In June

In June, the windows are open at night,
Letting in the cooler air
Which sweeps away the humidity of day
Heavy with sweat and effort.
The insects hum, a soft drone,
A backing track to sweet slumber,
Until the birds awaken en masse,
Before the first rays of light
Break over the horizon,
Their chirps and caws and coos
Calling to me, and to the Sun,
Like a mother gently waking her child,
"It's time! Day has begun!"