Every year the same thing...
July feels like a beloved family member come home
after a long stay away...
Oh, em'rald hill from blue heights hung
Plethora of wildflowers flung
Across your sanguine, wild-grass sweep
A free-for-all for none to keep
Oh river, rambling jewelry
Like rhinestones sparkling to the sea
Where we are lured like fish it seems
Toward the dangling bait of streams/dreams
Oh, garden, in the cool of day
We love to come to you to pray
And sense a glimpse of Eden where
God's Presence walks upon the air
Oh, heaven-ness of sweet July
Cerulean apple of Time’s eye
Where green to gold the wheat fields run
Beneath a bold and blazing sun
Oh summer, like a jar that spills
Its salty stars to dusty sills
Where soft dusk’s dewy ebbs and flows
Clings to our skin like echo-snows
Oh, hollyhock, delphinium
Oh, clock of petal-pendulum
How faithfully you flare and fade
An orchestra of pieces played
Oh, heaven-ness of sweet July
A laughing twinkle in time's eye
A flicker of sun-shadow art
That hangs forever in my heart
© Janet Martin
off to dead-head peonies and hoe onions
in the sweatiness, oops, heaven-ness of July 😎😍😊
Sweet seven-day forecast!!
(nope, we are not going to complain about the heat after May snowstorms!)
Keep cool, comrades.
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!