July-High

Silver breeze cobbles blue seas to the dock

Bumblebee bobbles in pink hollyhock

As the spark flies, July follows its clime

Heaven-lent glimpses to season-bent Time

Shimmer of shadow on glimmer of wheat

Summer-sweet tempo tapped out in bare feet

Wildflower wanders wherever it will

Dreamer drinks wonder while standing stalk-still

Wanderlust dangles from towering trees

Duty’s Must tangles with flowering pleas

Moments unravel like petal-primed stave

Beneath the gavel of cradle-to-grave

Look, July’s garden, a free-for-all show

Look, how the hill glistens with summer-snow

Look, mallow, yarrow, mullein and milkweed

Where swallow, sparrow and finch sowed its seed

Creek slithers, sleek like a snake through the reeds

Week withers, swift like a gift full of needs

Clock is a pocket full of heart-shaped holes

Heart is a locket full of star-draped shoals

Tug-of-Tide hobbles the soul to the sea

March of Time cobbles streets with memory

Tall grasses tickle twilight’s crimson bars

As July passes in a splash of stars

© Janet Martin