July's Choreographer...

 seven-syllable lines is not the norm 

but the Voice in my head insisted on this form!

Something simply needed to be written for this gem-of-a-July-day!

Wild, sultry winds toss luxuriant trees grounded in sweeps of green 

where subtle golden sheen starts seeping through.

Lilt of light strums gilt of gold

Beauty breaks birth’s virgin hold

From its mold of moment-mist

Ethereal tangos untwist

Torturing, teasing the heart

With fond fragments of love’s art

Driving dreamers gently mad

With the melody of Had

Where the ballad is a blur

…. July’s choreographer

Violinist’s serenade

Never sweeter timbre played

Runs a bow across the sky

Ruffles rows of corn and rye

Lofty, lithesome, sumptuous beat

Falling, light as pixie-feet

Soft as petals waft, sun-warm

Wild as wind before the storm

Wrestling from the restless tree

…July’s choreography

Vexes vim with wish and whim

Wakes a waltz in linden limb

Hails from pubs of hollyhock

Pales the hub that turns the clock

Hones the bones that stir the dust

Metronome of wanderlust

Whips the horse that hauls the cart

Hitched to lanyards round the heart

Causes quite a flower-stir

…July’s choreographer

Whispers in high, hazy noon

Tugs at twilight’s lazy moon

Plays a rousing burst of star

Makes us glad right where we are

Takes us by our hands and twirls

Wizened women like school girls

Searing, soothing, high then low

Tempo of hold-close-let-go

Soloist and symphony

…July’s choreography

© Janet Martin

Colm Keegan cover because Garth Brooks' version is not on Youtube...