Goodbye July...

Hello all! 

I couldn't bear to wait till August to return,

simply so we can share 

sweet July's goodbye-grief together

Wheat fields wax gold, 

disappear...

Sun-diamonds stud sky-blue lake...

 

Pond is full of silver splash...

Garden goodness overflows...

How am I going to find my cucumber row under this squash plant jungle?!!

It looked like ample room when I planted those teeny seeds!!

And we have a little tomato plant forest as well!

Hard to believe it was this a month and a half ago!

Corn grows tall, a wall of green

Blocking panoramic scene...

(from now till corn harvest we will be

the Little House in the big (corn) Woods)

Every single field around us is tall corn

back view

side view

front view

So, we search for nearer thrills

Zinnias bloom on windowsills...

Wheat fields wax gold, disappear

Cricket chirp catches our ear

Sun-diamonds stud sky-blue lake

July’s goodbye stokes love’s ache

Shade tree beckons, cool retreat

Hairdo wilts in midday-heat

Tot sports popsicle mustache

Pond is full of silver splash

Freckles flourish, as does rose

Garden goodness overflows

Happiness hurts, torn between

What is, will be and has been

Dawn is dew-drenched, dusty-sweet

Want is quenched where waves wash feet

Wildflower profusion spills

Through ditches in rainbow rills

Footloose wonder scales new heights

Heady with July-delights

Bloom sports brooch of butterfly

Summer hearts brace for goodbye

Corn grows tall, a wall of green

Blocking panoramic scene

So, we search for nearer thrills

Zinnias bloom on windowsills

Sunflower beams, we beam back

Queen Ann flaunts lace bric-a-brac

July always feels so brief

Parting is love’s sweetest grief

Thunder rumbles, clouds release

Plush percussion masterpiece

Forging from hello, a bell

Tolling, heavy with farewell

Goodbye July, rest beneath

Summer’s glorious, floral wreath

Goodbye July, we would cry

But for August standing nigh

...a carpet of cricket-shirr

Ripples like a harbinger

Bearing August's bronze Baton

Over wheat fields, here and gone 

© Janet Martin

Sunflower beams, we beam back...

Queen Ann flaunts lace bric-a-brac...

Dawn is dew-drenched, dusty-sweet

Want is quenched where waves wash feet...

Goodbye July, rest beneath

Summer’s glorious, floral wreath...