The Month of Roses

The Month of Roses---a Poem by Elva Mae Root is used as the background word-art on papers and elements found in the Artisan's Guild Member Treasures in the Attic kit, June 2010 designed by Debb Cozzi. The little tiny roses are barely 3/4 of an inch across as they exploded into bloom when the triple digits hit--hoping to make their appearance before they blistered in the desert heat this year. The milkglass vase was given to me by my MIL many many years ago....a "treasure from the attic" for this page.

The Month of Roses
Whence comes this mist of sweet perfume of fragrant blooming roses
That fills the air at early dawn and after daylight closes,
When through the day the song bird sings and in the night reposes?
Tis June, the fairest month of all, bright June, the month of roses.
The sky has changed its grayish hue for that of deepest azure,
And fleecy clouds are floating o'er and dancing as in pleasure;
While near these fairy clouds are seen great Alps of cloudland glory,
Where sunbeams darting to and fro mount each lofty story,
When comes this grandeur in the skies that in winter time reposes?
In June, the fairest month of all, bright June, the month of roses.
The trees spread out their leafy boughs, the meadows bloom with flowers;
The air is cooled, the dust is laid by calm, refreshing showers;
The sun is up at early morn ^__ his eyes he scarcely closes,
For sunny June is with us now, fair June, the month of roses.
The yellow rose blooms, the white, pink, red in prairie, field and garden,
And for the number and variety seem to ask your pardon;
Their rich perfume so fills the air, the world seems naught but roses;
A rosy crown they've made for June, and crowned her Queen of Roses.