This June Saturday

by Regina

This June Saturday, the climbing sun bursts
vermillion on the sea of black gowns in rows
of white wooden chairs. Although, as they
move the tassels across their mortaboards,
the mirthful, yet tearful classmates realize
they will take many journeys in their separate
lives and quests,
it feels as if a somber ending to their
high school days,
yet, it is a bittersweet beginning,
of a beyond, of life's seasons,
then, someday their high school
yearbooks will be opened again ~
where photographs of friends,
sweethearts, orange and yellow
autumn mums the size of softballs,
homecoming football games,
spring proms, and antics, smiles
and laughter are preserved ~
as they'll live on in so many dreams.