POEMES et POETES

JUIN


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         J'aime bien le mois de Juin
C'est celui des cerises
Des longues journées sans fin
Aux douces soirées exquises.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Très tôt dès le matin
Tous les oiseaux devisent
Et tard quand la nuit vient
Certains encore s'avisent.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     C'est le temps des examens
Où les sérieux révisent
Et leurs moments malsains
Des attentes indécises.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 C'est tendres gazons coussins
Où la rosée irise
Les beaux serments divins
Des amants qui se bisent.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Et puis au mois de juin
On pense à ses valises
Car très bientôt revient
L'heure des  vacances promises.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Robert Casanova.