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-puffand 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 notWhere flower-hours pourNor to scale heights of spent delightsTo gaze to days of yore No taunt to kindle Winsome WantWhere lily-lantern gleamsNor to dredge deeps of Bygone’s sweepsFor unrewarded dreams No hollow to wish-wallow inWhere winsome leaf-song sighsAnd strums the soul with the cajoleOf high-noon lullabies No good to yearn for the returnOf once-upon-a-clockWhile arbors flaunt the floral fontOf rose and hollyhock No ‘why’ to cast with wistful eyeWhile Time is July-crownedNor mourn to feel the westward keelOf summer autumn-bound For Here it is’ Sweet July blissIn all its lovely formsWildflower flings, hummingbird wingsAnd sudden thunderstorms © Janet Martin I did not see kitty till I uploaded the photo to my computer😂💓