Sweet-Sweet July

Oh, the melody as

July slides its blue-sky bow

over supple strings 

Sweet, sweet July

Forever-sky

Of bluest blue

Tints sleepless sea

It draws our feet

To tread a street

Of sun-drenched sand

And wave washed free-

Dom; overhead

Our gaze is spread

With pergola

Of green-leaf glade

That spills a pool

Shady and cool

For book and tea

Or lemonade

As shiver of

Yon poplar grove

Beneath the bow

Of barely-breeze

Quivers where noon

Drips from a spoon

Like honey

To sweet memories

While bloom-bells brim

With bee and velvet

Vim; a hymn

...earth’s ebbing toll

Slips from stoked stems

Like petal-gems

Their weightless weight

Tugs at the soul

Because we know

The ebb and flow

That tunes the tide

Of sweet July

Surges, recedes

A splurge that bleeds

Gold, purple reeds

Into goodbye

© Janet Martin