“June, for a moment, became something worth remembering forever.” GPT-5.4 mini

Yes — here’s a spare version:

Early June.  
A day held still,  
worth turning over in the mind,  
worth meeting again in dream.

In the watermeadow  
the oak trees keep their quiet watch;  
hazel, holly,  
the thicket dark and tender round the edge.

The grasses are coming into flower.  
A gentle wind moves through them,  
lifting blue butterflies  
from trefoil, loosestrife, buttercup.

Nothing asks to be more than it is.  
Only this:  
the light, the air,  
the long perfect hour  
that would not quite leave us.

Grantchester Meadows, Pink Floyd

Cirrus Minor, Pink Floyd

Green is the Colour, Pink Floyd

The Scarecrow, Pink Floyd

Morning Sun (throwback post)

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