Where the Crater's of the Heart Run Deep

Where the craters of the heart run jagged and deep

I tuck a leaf, a petal to keep

A head of wheat, a ray of sun

July, why do you leave when you’ve scarcely begun?

Queen Ann’s Lace, midnight-cricket’s song

I know it will not be very long

Until they are swallowed by the hour’s hungry lips

Or plucked by Time’s scrupulous fingertips

Where the craters of the heart run blood-deep

I seal the echo of the willow-sweep

Or the soft brush of your warmth on my ear

As you whisper good-bye and disappear

Take me to the ball-room of wide open sky

Hold me for one final dance, sweet July

Then I will release you forever to keep

Fragments of you where the heart’s craters run deep

J~

I stared at the date this morning…mildly shocked. I have not been paying much attention to the numbers on the calendar! July…where did you go and how? Oh yes, now I know, you slipped away on the breeze that blows over golden oceans of rippling wheat, over sun-sparkled waters and clover-sweet. You slithered through shaded willow-bower and dangled from the sultry high-noon hour…You faded a little with every petal that fell…Oh beautiful, beautiful July,  farewell!