July-Content

This poem comes courtesy of a sudden thunder/rain-storm,

turning a Sunday night walk into a bolt,

pause,

puff-puff,

bolt,

walk-puff-puff

and dash like-the-older-age-dickens back home...

(of, course by the time this poem was finished the sun was shining once more)

No need to plead for what is not

Where flower-hours pour

Nor to scale heights of spent delights

To gaze to days of yore

No taunt to kindle Winsome Want

Where lily-lantern gleams

Nor to dredge deeps of Bygone’s sweeps

For unrewarded dreams

No hollow to wish-wallow in

Where winsome leaf-song sighs

And strums the soul with the cajole

Of high-noon lullabies

No good to yearn for the return

Of once-upon-a-clock

While arbors flaunt the floral font

Of rose and hollyhock

No ‘why’ to cast with wistful eye

While Time is July-crowned

Nor mourn to feel the westward keel

Of summer autumn-bound

For Here it is’ Sweet July bliss

In all its lovely forms

Wildflower flings, hummingbird wings

And sudden thunderstorms

© Janet Martin

I did not see kitty till I uploaded the photo to my computer😂💓