Let’s be Overcome by the Rich Fresh Wine of June

I found this poem by Marge Piercy. I love how full of imagery and life it is. Fecund and wild. This is how I often feel in the morning, before dawn, watching the sunrise and pondering the day ahead, full of so much.

More Than Enough

by Marge Piercy

The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.

The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly

new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.

I want to read this poem every day of June, loudly, preferably with thundering dance music driving its beat into my heart as I read. I want to bellow it out to my young class and have it fill them with eagerness and poetry and zest.

June, we stagger into you smeared/with pollen, overcome!