Though It Is Still July...

Not all of our family could be at the cottage this year 

and all of them needed to get back to work mid-week. 

Silence seemed exaggerated as the last steps thump-thumped 

up the stairs and away!

The sky seems near to tears

Moved by the word ‘good-bye’

And suddenly October nears

Though it is still July

A blur of Beauty hints

At summer passing by

October’s premonition tints

The green glints of July

I feel the heel of thrills

Leave imprints in each sigh

I reel; October’s aura chills

The foothills of July

Cricket cantata starts

And I cannot deny

October tugs at summer- hearts

Though it is still July

…where fullness of a day

Can drain a season dry

October hides in fields of hay

Though it is still July

© Janet Martin