Little Miracle Poem by Frank Witte

From all the miracles that happen before noon,
and all the mysteries between dusk and dawn
None is greater than you, the smiles you spawn,
in my moments of despair you always speak, June.

Your timing is intensly divine, uneartly unreal,
and you are the sunlight that you always unveil.
You say you try, but you really do so much more.
Your ghostly ever-presence deserves legend and lore.

I don't understand how you do it,
but you must be God's own little miracle.
And whether or not you knew it
you've become my life's ultimate pinacle.
You're never there except when it matters,
when a promise fails or a dream shatters.