“Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.” — Pablo Neruda
“Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.” — Henry James
“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.” — John Steinbeck · Travels with Charley, 1962
“Then came the June stillness, the heavy heat, the throbbing silence of the summer afternoon.” — L. M. Montgomery