I Love July

I love July

Her cerulean eye

Embroidered gold

Against the green

I love the sweep

Of azure deep

The sultry fold

Of midday sheen

I love the blush

Of late-day hush

The garden brimming

With its laud

As seed and root

Become the fruit

In gracious giving

From our God

I love July

I laugh, I cry

I dance and hold

Its music near

For this I know

Too soon the glow

Of blue and gold

Will disappear

© Janet Martin