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Wednesday, July 31, 2024

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...






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