Between thunderstorms July gathered the hem of her golden evening-gown and disappeared into a blaze of glory...
All things come but to pass
Ethereal escapade
This very moment I hold fast
Hastens to its parade
From Here to There, how swift
What is becomes what was
This very afternoon adrift
On twilight’s faint applause
Parting’s presumptuous pain
Patterns its warlike art
Upon the dark; something like rain
Falls heedless from the heart
…where all things come to pass
Time follows time, but I
Would like to find the hour-glass
That harbors sweet July
© Janet Martin
On the last day of July I always feel like I'm at a farewell party. Do you?
On the last day of July I always feel like I'm at a farewell party. Do you?
"On twilight's faint applause"....beautiful imagery!
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