Ode to July

 Canadian July leaves little to complain about 

except maybe sometimes it's too quick!

Mist-mellow ambience, yellow and blue

Aura of romance amidst much to do

Ditch-garden-meadow a billow of bloom

Sun-shadow willow-harps serenade noon

Something ‘bout July evokes surf-like roars

Rushing, receding across heart-cupped shores

Sense of sabbatical sweetens tick-tock

Lavishes looking with pink hollyhock

Tunes untamed tempos with flower-full fronds

Tickles the wheat field from sea-green to bronze

Something ‘bout July rouses with each morn

Joy for life’s roses in spite of the thorn

See how the countryside spills grand tableaus

See how the Artist awes us with His prose

See, nature’s nuances never grow old

Sparking and soothing the sigh of the soul

Something ‘bout July feels like heaven’s poem

Something ‘bout July feels like coming home

Hello, Queen Ann, your lace-looms whir on queue

Chicory-fringe, we’ve come to expect you

Hello, white chamomile, how do you grow

Heaped along roadsides like summery snow

Something ‘bout July makes gladness complete

Clap of the screen door and slap of bare feet

Sunflowers flower before the bud breaks

Bachelor buttons spill little blue lakes

Salvia-fountain is ready to burst

Hummingbird hovers to quench nectar thirst

Something ‘bout July bids us to behold

That which is filling morrow’s echo-mold

Loveliness leaps like a hymn from earth’s heart

Happiness laughs; what is man to bear part

Of such a melody Mercy composed

Glimpses of Gloryland still unexposed

Something ‘bout July beckons yet fulfills

Making each day a succession of thrills

© Janet Martin

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