This poem happens to be the seventh of my wondrous "Months Collection." Yes, it happens to be the third poem in said collection that has been completed, but it is the seventh segment, not the third. Anyway, this poem is written in what is known as the Shakespearean sonnet, or in other words its rhyme scheme is ababcdcdefefgg. What's it about? Well, this time we have a psycho person in an asylum or whatever dreaming about June and cranberries. Do cranberries grow in June? I know not - but they sure do in this poem. Let's just sum it up by saying that the speaker is dillusional. ^_^ Erm, yeah. Stop reading this author note, get to the poem, and then review!

Let's go out into the sunshine and play,
Picking red cranberries in June.
For here the sun'll shine everyday,
And darkness won't come anytime soon.

My manic laugh drifts and flutters nigh,
Let's dream of June and cranberries.
Maybe everyone will come and not be shy,
And we'll ride across the sky in ferries.

But there's never a June were I rest,
Nor red cranberries against endless grey.
They say I'm getting more recessed,
But it's just because I've lost my way.

Faded memories in my skewed mind,
I sit, letting the cranberry June wind.