Oh, Heaven-ness of Sweet July

 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.